Kay Hassan
A language Died in Hospital
Without plans for Pow wow
When Hazel Sampson,
Of Olympic Peninsula
The descendant of Lord James Bach,
And a grandmother
Of four generations
Lay in hospital without clan’s bows
By her language like a queen with her crown
Klallam, Klallam, Klallam
Hazel neither was a cloud thunder,
Nor the water of Death Valley , or,
Apaches of the southwest terrain ,
Or had Cherokees’ Olive skin
She was Hazel whose body was
shrouded with silk tram
And had just lullabied
the last sweet tongue of Klallam;
Who hunted, mated and fought ,
for a thousand years , OR MORE,
And made the lexicon for all deeds
But are now dying in hospital ,
With her tongue and her language grammar.
But everything froze in one word.
Klallam, Klallam, Klallam.
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