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Indian Blanket
The symbols on this rug recall
Forgotten gods and nations dead;
The thunder god in jagged black,
The lightning god in red.
That blue impersonates the sky.
They used a raveled woolen made
From pilfered coats of Union dead
To get the proper shade.
A legend and a moral creep
Through years to the forgotten loom,
While lost gods true appointment keep
In a suburban room.
J. S. Moodey