as the white man stood with his fist in the air
the native girl watched him as he drank his beer
and preached damnation.
her world to him he didn't care,
she was another soul to fit into his belt
another lost soul for him to beguil!
her way of prayer meant nothing at all,
for he was right
a gatherer of souls,
she listened with her heart as he spoke from his mouth
she spoke from her heart as he listened with his ears
she listened with her heart as he saw from his eyes
she saw from her heart the great ones in the sky.
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