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| Sitting Bull Takes On Donkey Kong by � arhllm Shine of metal viewed in a youngman's hand broken heart, broken hoop mend the circle give this life a chance. Sitting Bull, last seen playing Donkey Kong in the time battered arcade. Young men's' eyes focused on the lines of the monitors screen time moving onward without them forcing a modification of life's patterns. One child left on the heat drenched pavement watching other lives revolve outside of him wishing, wanting, aching for the love, respect acceptance by all. The game buzzes, whirrs lights flashing Donkey Kong makes his comeback. Sitting Bull smiles fades into the heat of the machines metal mechanical cold blast of freon laden air. Drumming and chants dimly heard by the watchers, over the noise elbow to elbow, mass of Seventh Generation fighting their electric battles against their parents' fictitious villains. Dreaming of wars long lost, those yet to come Sitting Bull's spirit permeates warmth spreads outside young man's tears fall to the ground the Ghost Dancers, visible through the sidewalk's wave of heat rising to the sky. Gun left at the pavement's end. A.R.Hill 2002 |