Would it not have been easier
         to have let us dance
                 the ghost-dance
         in our last lifetime.

Such things are inevitable
         as the falling leaves
                 and the sun-set color.

Around the healing circle
         spinning the uncausing
                 of the plague of hurt
         on the souls of all brothers.

Set the stage as needs be or not
         we shall righteous preserve
                 for this life is ours
         and we have come to dance.