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Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 12:00AM PDT)
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Subject: Running Water
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Running Water
I have the youth
        of the mystical
not aborted
        by logicians
             and theorists.
The trees
     and mountains
have dark shadows
and I understand
   that darkness
    is also
       a part
           of me.
My eyes
     like the
summer sun.
For   although
call me a white man
my spirit races
      with those
who were minds
       of the earth.
Ate what was killed.
Prayed to animals
            and stars.
The wind our brother.
The sea the giver.
They call me a white man
    but I had nothing
  to do with the slaughters
           of the Red man
the butchering of 60 million
to starve the "savage."
The savage who was and
          still is
                  more wise.
My heart eternally
      bleeds at
                Wounded Knee
and Sandy Creek
where sacred faces
       vanished from the earth.
For although they call me
                   white man
they cannot control my mind.
I am
         Running Water.
-written at Sea Pines Plantation, Hilton Head Island, 1992-
John Alan Conte` JR


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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
Copyright 2005
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