It was the same auburn hair But her body lay bare Where the night had left it cold And shaking for home. Her mother was strong and Shook free of the law Cried "come awake child And for god's sake come home." I whispered her name and Finally she came to me baring The holes she'd named And pieces she'd saved. I said "child you're a mess Let's just try and forget that Their names were all well known And your story well told." It was a frightening dream One of colours and screams From a girl whose Indian blood Was fresh on the snow Where the steam freely rose From those 52 holes that they'd left In her chest, in her head, in her hands.