1873 was a very bad year for me.nWhen all I feared just disappeared so suddenly.nThey got their tickets for the train.nRaised their weapons and took aim.nLaughing from the railroad tracks they shot my brothers in the back.n1873. No more thunder on the ground.nBirds were flying round and round.nThough the dust we kicked up no longer could be seen.nAnd 1873 was a very bad year for me.n1873 was a very bad year for me.nWe cradled their babies.nMade up their houses.nCovered their feet.nThey took what they needed.nNever took us for granted.nBut the were defeated when people shot at me.nIn 1873.nLaid out in the broken sun.nRain beat on us like a drum.nThe rhythm of that emptiness which shot my spirit free.nIn 1873.n1873 was a very bad year for me.