We await another trigger day
another rope tightening
another bone shaking
with the old man reading death
in the scattering

Crazy Horse on his horse
against the stone mountains

the sun was shining today
the ducks were happy
the water clear
the ponies grazing

we must move
but we want to stay
near the crystal river
the trout breaking

why did you whisper to me
from the white waters
thank you for whispering to me
from the white waters

for the arrows did not touch me
for the bullets did not find me

today.