A knife, a needle, an arrow, a pair of shoes Some beads, a shirt, a drum, a tobacco pouch A little girl’s doll, fragments of a *** And tools for completing one’s daily chores
They are not artifacts; they are not displays They are the ordinary necessities of life Stolen from the dead hands of innocents To be numbered, indexed, filed, boxed, and mocked
These things are sacred now, part of the Great Dance of Creation We pray the spirits will come and take them home
As plundered items return to Wounded Knee, decisions await (artdaily.com)