The Blackfoot brave chose not to take part
in the driving of the buffalo. He was young
and by definition, foolish.
Instead, when his people, the Plains people
drove the buffalo over the sandstone cliff
he chose to stand below the overhang
and watch the bodies fall. Feel the thrill
of a black bellowing waterfall.
When his people came to do the butchering
they cleared the last carcass and found
the brave, with his skull crushed in.
A hell-of-a-way to get a town named after you.
(Head-Smashed-In Buffalo
Jump – Alberta, Canada.)
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