Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotake “Slow”

He went out from the human beings,

photo by hungrybison

and stuffed the skull with sage.

He then became emblazoned in gold.
One hundred pieces of flesh
were cut from his body,
his limbs ran red with blood.
He danced, and dreamed,
till warriors fell from the sky.


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Filed under American West, art, creative writing, History, outlaw poetry, poem, Short stories and essays

One response to “Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotake “Slow”

  1. Thanks for the like Jhon. I have a Facebook page called ” Gonzo Western Poetry” and I’m looking to change the direction of the page to feature more raw, gritty, outlaw poetry. It was originally set up to feature poets from the American West who see life there as what it really is; and not the cliche shit of big hats, sunsets, “get along little doggie”, bullshit Elko style poetry. I know you are not necessarily a “western writer” but who is, that doesn’t fall into the trap I just mentioned? Would it be ok for me to share some of your stuff on the page? Have a look at it and let me know, as I am afraid it has become a bit ” candy assed”.

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