{"id":25655,"date":"2016-08-13T22:52:32","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:52:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25655"},"modified":"2016-08-13T22:53:25","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:53:25","slug":"14-chief-injun-joe-nature-different","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/14-chief-injun-joe-nature-different\/","title":{"rendered":"#14 &#8211; Chief Injun Joe (Nature &#8211; Different Twist)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Barren boughs arch upward like broken puppet arms<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">askew and akimbo on invisible tangled strings<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size: small;font-family: inherit;line-height: 1.5\">while leafless gnarled finger branches give the shadow shape<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">against the hoary winter skein and the black lined horizon<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">The wind blows, swirling up white snow, puff tornadoes<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">dancing along the rocky ground in haphazard patterns of chaos,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">defining cold and aridity on the great plains of the Dakotas<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">A fractured, ancient pyre rests disassembled beneath the tree<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">a memorial to some warrior or chief long since forgotten<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">whose exploits earned a privileged place, once green and sacred<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">The people knew nothing of oil and pipelines and uranium,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">exploration of nature, of the Mother, were solitary walks and berries,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">hunting, with great thankfulness, the vast herds of bison and deer,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">stalking the giant grizzly, knowing the bear most often escaped<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Beneath the snow and rock, and, in the path of progress<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size: small;font-family: inherit;line-height: 1.5\">lay his bones, ashen gray and brittle, just as the soul of his progeny.<br \/>\n<\/span><span 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