TEARS IN CHIRICAHUA
ancient chiricahua
sacred long ago
now called arizona
their ancestral home
their mountains and
their grasslands
the places
they roamed then
now only traces
of ‘nde chokonen
generations came before them
unknown apache heirs
native blood spilled often
defending what was theirs
who then one day atones
for all their broken hearts
and each apache broken bone
their bodies died yet sanctify
their chiricahuas still
unbroken native spirits
unbroken native will
their voices whisper in the silence
spirits roam now without fears
when it rains in chiricahua
it rains apache tears
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