Black Elk Speaks

Out here
Saw the tracks (?) and the (?) on the run
Out here
All our backs (?) burning like a sun
We walked
Walked till there was no where left to go
We walked
Many fell down, bloody in the snow
Out here
(?) going to a flood (?)
Out here
All our tracks end (?) speaking like a god
We fought
Fought till there was no where left to go
And we fell
A pool of red meat, passing wheels, blood and snow
Black elk
I did not know that, how much was at an end (?)
Black elk
I see it now from the high hill of old age
Black elk
I see the people scattered along the coach (?)
Black elk
I see it plain as when I saw it in your eyes (?)
And I see
Something else died in the blood and snow
I see… Our people screamed (?) black elk
It was a beautiful dream
It was a beautiful dream