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• 25 infant Found alive at wounded knee 1. Something lifts me from her once a warm bath I lay in, now who shudders in a great blow that goes through me, then grows cold. The white river I suck from her turns to red, bitter blood. A heavy snow begins to fall. Under the blue starlit tepee of night I can see them beneath the drifting snow, huddled heaps, scattered bundles and clots. When the sun returns ice slashes me like knives glistening red in the morning light. The wind comes up and I become a frozen knot that will never be untied. 2. I ride in his arm on horseback across the blinding world. He is a man who sees things that make his body shudder worse than hers. He cries wounded, our knees are gone now. His tears fall on me, a warm thaw. • 26 Later he says Open your mouth. We have no choice. I will let down the milk for you from the father river of my breasts. What we are is what we are. Why else would I have them? I name you Little Mocking Bird for life. ...

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