"No Longer Kaw-ahn"
~~Dedicated
to R.G. Short upon “Stopping the Drum”
He spoke with heavy heart
Holding back grievous sob
Retelling the loss of a hundred
About his comrades in their job
In his dreams, their screams
Replay over and over aloud
He said he can hear them
Just as loud as if in a crowd
He didn’t know whose fault
It was; nobody came to help
‘Twas too late; air support called
But the enemy’s goal was to skelp
This Kiowa Warrior; lonely Soldier
Is part of ‘The Walking Dead’
Survived that battled hell hole
Fear settled in and soon prayed
He didn’t know their names
Nor of their families’ lives
He knew not where they
Came from; but sorrow arrives
Emotions of anguishing pain
Constant reminders of his unit
‘I feel bad for my comrades,
Didn’t know they were the wrong coordinates’
‘When it was all said and done
Many fell to their untimely death
Now they are gone; and I am here’
Speaking of these things with saddened breath
‘Tis is your turn to ‘Stop the Drum’
The T’ow-Kow-’aht await till the end
Of ‘Meeting of the Enemy’ dance
Continued till your lance made its descend
O gray skied day with mist all around
Aunts, uncles, and family have gone on
Standing amidst many Kiowa P’ah-be
Our Kiowa People; no longer ‘Kaw-ahn’
©Copyright 22 October 2009,
MahTame
~~Dedicated
to Robert G. Short,
'Kiowa Black Legging Warrior, USMC
1st
Battalion - 9th Marines-3rd Division,
Vietnam Veteran~~
Hey-Gyah Ahm-Boy-Taw
~until we meet again or
until I see you again~~
Kiowa Nation
