Little Big Horn, Revisited..

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The challenge today is to write using futurism and onomatopoeia in expressing our anger about what we want changed in the world. The main idea is to use tyopography and expletives for interest and emphasis...a bit difficult for me.

                                                                                                         

                                                                                                             painting by Charles M. Russell

At dawn, a warble

or cock-a-doodle-doo

The screech of a night owl,

a whoo-whooo...

Nightly thumpety-thumps

of coyote or deer stealing nearby,

splish-splashes of men fishing,

soft whispers between women working

For hundreds of years the indigenous 

knew nature's sounds

Smoke signals reigned as mass media  

Life was hard but peaceful -

before the bitter, bloody battles 

when the white man came to town,

before the murder of Sitting Bull,

before progress and

the Dakota Access Pipeline

Escalating winds

 carried echoes of angry men 

 Standing Rock Sioux filed law suits

"Freedom means safe water,

keeping our sacred land!" 

"Halt this building of the pipeline!!

..they proclaimed,

Promises broken, 

sacred land desecrated, 

not to mention more land and gold 

taken from "them thar Black Hills!!"

and building a daunting dam where 

once were only sharp chicken scratches 

and ancient petriglifs

"This stinks!!" locals yelled

Everyday life now,

interrupted by out-of-towners -

the clip-clop of horse's hooves,

the crunching of boots in dirt and rocks

silenced by traffic tie-ups, "HONK, HONK!!"

Police came from out of state;

helicopters whirred in

"They keep upping the ante!"

exclaim the supporting tribes

Tensions mount on both sides

It's not just the fish sizzling in the pan!

Fake photos and lies posted on social media;

"It's a dog and pony show!!"

Phffffst - pepper spray and ZING -

painful tazers 

"There's going to be a battle!!"

Jesse says:  

"It's environmental racism

 at it's worst!"

"Little time to react if there is a leak,"

say the Sioux

Preserving their history 

has been scissored and ground between 

millstones of greed and corruption,

The Sioux are not on the warpath 

(stereotypical bullshit)  yet, 

but it could come to that - 

only by standing up for their right 

to clean, safe water

The cat's meow

We are writing from the First person perspective today  @          dversepoets.com

Of the morn, my gold-green eyes
meet hers, hazel, as we lay supine
Impressions left in bed sheets
when we arise
to a new day's dewy shine
Quivering and cold,
last night outside,
my coat shimmered
under the moon
racing with my shadow
I ran inside to the warm fire,
but none too soon
                                                                                         

I see her as an angel,
Our yin and yang in balance,
so no coincidence -
our lives are naturally spun
into our own honeycomb,
Fate must have led her to me;
it's just the two of us,
you see

Her breath is uneven when
she holds me close
I snuggle against her body
to calm her anxiousness

I watch how birds land
on her shoulders when she calls;
with a single wave of her arm,
flowers spring up the garden wall
Seasons collide, the earth moves,
and life goes on,                                                                                              
but we live on Island time
I nap on her lap and we dream
of riding giant mice and
chasing birds back into the trees

I will keep her young by
playing with balls of yarn
I kiss her hand, put my paw
on her arm
She combs my hair,                                                                         
one hundred strokes a day,

serves me a queen's fare,
cream on whiskers with whey
I can't turn back the page to yesterday,
but I will escort her across every
bridge along the way  
A privilege to be with her
(she thinks of me the same)
I lick her tears of joy and sadness away 

This vessel called love transports us
to where we belong,
and where we long to stay.