Sand Creek Massacre Poem by Caroline Goodwin

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i will not say september 25, 2014 for the descendants of the survivors of sand creek i will not say it wasn't him governor john evans my great-great-grandfather because i believe his hand drove every hoofbeat every breath talen and moving east will not say it happened in the past will not pretend the dust does not keep coming up into our eyes the yarrow and juniper and sagebrush november 29 1864 { will not claim to understand che shadow cast by his face into the mountains and names because those who have hurt me live down the street and have apologized in my language {will not say ihaven't built my house of shame haven't looked into the glass for answers my heart filled with. grass my living daughters searching the forest for their mother for theit mother’s light i will not say i have the right to speak my voice blended with the living ghosts wich the split congue the hollowest reeds of even that hope is coming at us from somewhere ‘on someone's back, on someone's wings caroline goodwin

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