Sand Creek

Science has now proved
grass remembers.

Raw is the grief it carries

Its roots grow around
spent bullets.

Soft misshapen lead
whitened with age.

But the grass sings
of courage.

Not one lyric
mentions the blue brutes.

Lie down where
someone’s ancestor fell.

copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney

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