#aboriginal
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by Michael Plante Secrets buried beneath the soilthought forgotten by those that deceivebut all misdeeds cut the souland blackness seeps out like blood.The structure that houses their Godfalls silent in the nightthe sickness remainsthe floors rotten. At dusk they fall to their kneesand God’s eyes look downwhat gets them through the nightshall strangle them by…
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by Michael Plante I asked the Creator for a strand of his hairI asked the crow for a featherI asked the tree of life for a branchI asked the ground for her gems.Songs of peace that I learned so long agopressed my lips at dusk’s request.My decrepit fingers are as old as my heartstill work…
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by Michael Plante I was born with the spirit of a horsethe strength I have can move a mountainand drag a thousand years across a desert with ease;endure a harsh storm brought on by the darknessand run faster than a westerly wind.I have no fearI feel no painmy heart pounds like thunder. The spirit of…
