Chieftain Mist Breaker

Chieftain Mist Breaker The bottom of the shaft Of a spear Hits the sand. A foreign substance To bare feet. Beads around necks And leather throngs Of mothers and fathers Where under their stern eyes Designs were painted, Same as on the sticks That held their young ones. Dragged behind Their footsteps in mud WereContinue reading “Chieftain Mist Breaker”

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