This book isn’t simply a journal.
It’s a place where Red Hawk’s stories lay inscribed.
Stories of modernization, rival warfare, and unforetold betrayal.
A lasting memoir of three hundred formally soothing lives remain described.
The confusion and opening shot being the only portrayal.

A beautiful, unfinished art piece
drops from Red Hawk’s hands for the last time.
Hitting the dirt amidst hundreds of lifting souls.
Red Hawk perceives a tragedy, an extinction of Sioux, a crime.
Captain Miller perceives a triumph, a souvenir one of the only goals.

Now it represents a tombstone,
of the Sioux never to witness Pine Ridge.
Shown the utmost respect by those who visit,
for their extermination, like a midge.
And all because of some bigot.