Geist of Bloody Retribution
Kaya Sparrowhawk’s geist.
I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream … The nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.
- Black Elk, Oglala Lakota medicine man