The
Indian elder is now decrepit and gray tailed
He
sits erect in a wheelchair
his
dancing legs now stiff and useless
He chants out for the children dancers
in
their feathers and beaded buckskins
He
chants and shouts to the white people watching
“Everybody
holler! It is a good day to be alive!”
and
the Indian children dancing smile at his hollering
as
they weave the ancient steps
that
saved their people from the plague
Your last two lines kick butt. I really like the ancestral primitive feel to this one.
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