at the well of solitude where the dead and the living
link hands
we see when the clouds open and the sun
is upon us
they are smiling
whispering of windows shuttered
on an unknown plane
The ones with spirit eyes
stand
within our dreamtime
to watch
the bones melting on the windowpane
and the one song that has followed us
all this way
is playing
—
Lance Henson is an expat Cheyenne dog soldier, ex-marine, and former mixed martial artist. He also worked as a cultural ambassador including serving as an NGO member at the Working Group of Indigenous Populations in Geneva, Switzerland for 18 years. He has published 50 volumes of poetry, which have been translated into 25 languages.
