Sing me a song of a vanished race
That fled from Gran Quivira
Down through the Upper Rio Grande
Past pinnacled tiara.
Tell me the tale of an ancient tribe
Who lost an empty battle
And left their pueblo Apache ground
Stampeding west like cattle.
Show me the place they found succour
(They lived to die and rotted)
And there will be the merest mound–
Their span was scarce allotted.
(Norman MacLeod)
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