The Cities Of White Men

Those men build many houses:

They dig the earth, and they build;

They cut down the trees, and they build;

They work always — building.

From the elevation of the mountainside

I behold the clouds:

The clouds build many beautiful houses in the sky:

They build, and they tear down;

They build, and they dissolve. . . .

The cities of white men,

They are not beautiful like the cloud cities;

They are not vast, like the cloud cities. . . .

A wind-swept teepee

Is all the house I own. . .