Thank you to Editor Glory Sasikala for publishing my poem "Where Chief Once Stood" in the November issue of GloMag.


https://view.joomag.com/glomag-glomagnovember2018/0767864001543066795?short

Where Chief Once Stood

He is Sioux.

He came from an old place

where they taught him

to honor the land.

After his last breath,

he was a ghost and lingered,

having no place to go,

his old burial grounds torn.

And he stayed still

so the winds would come for him. 

Let it blow.

Wait for early sun.

The elders had been delaying 

until it would be light

enough to see his face.

Now he's been found, 

and the ghost tribe will move on 

from where Chief once stood.