#FiveSentenceFiction: Abandon #Hopivotskwani #NativeAmericans

Dedicated to the Hopi tribes, who knew agriculture, and the art of living, when Europe was starving, crawling in medieval darkness.

DSC_0322He stands on the red rocks, alone with ghosts, his sight on the painted horizon.

Slowly they appear in his vision: the millions, slaughtered by disease, hunger, the swords and bullets of the invaders.

He knows: a people in tune with nature, who understood the path of Mother Earth, as no-one since has understood Her.

And, now, he, the scientist, knows the end is near: his own tribe will have to leave the fourth world, and find solace in hell.

Then the braves will rise from their forgotten graves, as trees from the desert.

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