August at Oceti, One Year Later
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Standing Rock, 2017
Crawl beyond barbed wire. Stand in the place you stood,
where you burned your fingers on the barely-live
embers of the Sacred Fire’s final night, looked
at the half-abandoned world you’d loved; torn
snow pants, ice-crisped tipis, brittle hay;
wondered if anything would feel as alive
again. All year you’ve failed to unremember the dwindling
firewood, helicopters scrawling contusions into sky.
But, the drifts of snow that swelled shut the door
of …
