In us
the old dark
Indians
reappear

who were
not 
wrong

though 
chopped
in half
for living
on their
sacred
lands.

in us
the old
dark 
Indians
reappear
silent
disclosing

our 
massacres
by our 
lack
of
trust

silent
unmoved
by
word or
deed

straight
of
back
& 
silent
above all
in our
wooden
chairs.