The
High Hill of Old Age
Black
Elk: (1863–1950);
medicine man, Oglala Lakota
"I
did not know then how much was ended.
When
I look back now from this high hill of my old age,
I
can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and
scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them
with eyes young.
And
I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was
buried in the blizzard.
A
people's dream died there.
It
was a beautiful dream ... the nation's hope is broken and
scattered.
There
is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead."
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