The world grew sick it happened so quick and so the people prayed in spiritual foundations laid
the people went to see the healers to be set free hurt souls seek relief and beyond belief- ~the healers got sick
songs lathered in Purell as the death tolls swell ringing out the Sioux band’s cared for with gloved hands ~hands that caught rain now wracked with pain
Standing Rock tumbles down as fits of coughs drown “My girl, I don’t know what to do-“ the words of a dying healer once free to roam in death kept far away from her home
When they pass on all that knowledge gone the words and ways of old lost as voices go cold
Breath taken away also yesterday is gone around the bend ways of old set to end -the sacred fire untended
No more secret Candy or cherished smiles veterans vanquished peacemakers in pieces:
Porcupine Bear Soldier Running Antelope Cheryl and Jesse Taken Alive
lovers from the start Cheryl and Jesse died only a month apart holes in the Taken Alive heart
Their moccasins remain still big shoes for others to fill Standing Rock’s hills rolling as graves keep filling
~the healers got sick hands that caught rain now wracked with pain the sacred fire untended
... still, the fire burns out of the ashes, Nola, a child of those Taken Alive learns to hear the call of the wild
Young pup’s paws will fill the boots in time though Standing Rock’s still, still it stands rain to be caught by fresh hands new ears record the tree’s chime
“We’re still here,” Nola said Taken Alive stands still at Standing Rock ~ NM 01/15/21
The Indigenous people of North America are being disproportionately affected by COVID-19. Indigenous elders are dying at a rate of 2:1 in comparison to White North Americans.
This poem was inspired by the true lives and stories of the people of Standing Rock and other Indigenous communities.