To us the Indians made good use of the land,
paid their due respects to the dead, raised corn,
bore the spirit of their meat, roamed the prairies
nobly, snorting frost air like buffalo, staring
from hills at the swollen moon with silver eyes.
We are told of the elegant hair of the 7th Cavalry,
that they were brave, nourished ideals and held
love lifes of epic grandeur, yet we persist
in thinking that they mercilessly killed a graceful
nation, we imagine with brutal detail the sacking
of an Indian camp and our imaginations are fueled
by the news movies of Vietnam and perhaps we
imagine too much, perhaps it's that, but we do
and yes America our hearts are bleeding.