Genocide;
noose marks
on the secret family tree.
Great-Grandmother Harris
stabbed so hard
they could not get the flint knife
out of her neck.
(Blood running down)
 
Great-uncle John
died in 1923-
face down in chicken shit
over fence positions
and clumps of clay.
(Blood running down)
 
Wolves whisper in the wind,
only me,
only I hear their hints
of the trail to long dead lairs.
 
Home of the mystery
of why the river really runs Red.
 
(Cindy Wright)