Sometimes a Warrior Comes Tired

When the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory
among the white men shall have become a myth, these shores shall swarm
with the invisible dead of my tribe.

                         CHIEF SEATTLE

Sometimes a warrior comes tired
in the guise of prepositions
of propositions and says
of thee I sing when he means
what’s the use . . . our race is doomed.