Elegy to goyahkla

Saddle horn
Worn femurs
Worthy bones
Gunsmoke ghosts
The last lost outpost
No call from the wilderness
Can't speak in stone wounds
Wine glasses chink down hollow rooms
No grave for a hero like you
No rest for a curiosity charm
Chime with the term bell toll
Gone with a lecture roll
Witness to vacant ritual a**embly
Dormant prefectures
Spoken with a whisper
Used like an old scream
Sold to peering slavers
Another bio-piece on American TV
Distant relatives remember
Trees, dust, wind and mountains
Forever forever forever