"This silence in the noise of the terminal is a mountain of bison skulls. Nobody knows, nobody sees — Unless the indigenous are dancing powwow all decked out in flash and beauty We just don’t exist. We’ve been dispersed to an outlaw cowboy tale. What were they thinking with all those guns and those handcuffs In a size for babies? They just don’t choose to remember." -Joy Harjo
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"This silence in the noise of the terminal is a mountain of bison skulls. Nobody knows, nobody sees — Unless the indigenous are dancing powwow all decked out in flash and beauty We just don’t exist. We’ve been dispersed to an outlaw cowboy tale. What were they thinking with all those guns and those handcuffs In a size for babies? They just don’t choose to remember." -Joy Harjo
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