Standing Rock

There are buffalos 
on the plains
a stampede of hooves
drumming songs of the Earth
their breath is sending out
smoke signals into the world
bitten by frost
covered in flakes
they keep on moving
towards their people
until the white tipis
are crowded with 
creatures
invincible as
rivers marching
to the sea
half buffalo
half man
we sing
the Earth vibrates
we hold her tightly