It Is Always A Good Time To Dance

No matter how many wolves bite at your neck

No matter how many roam and circle around you

Waiting to pounce, to penetrate

To take a shot, a stab, poke at your fleshy meat

No matter how many clouds turn dark

No matter how many suns don’t shine

No matter how many stars fall from the sky

The hunt is on

So, gather your weapons

Your spears, your axe

Prepare for the battle

Prepare for the judgement

Prepare for the wounded knee

For my sisters,

My brothers,

My mother and my father,

It is always a good time to dance

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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