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 still 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.

- Heháka Sápa (Black Elk) -