“We weep, tears of blood, we weep, In despair, crying, we weep; the sun forever has stolen the light from his eyes. No more his face do we see, no more his voice do we hear, nor will his affectionate gaze watch over his people.” DeathPoetrySadnessNative AmericanQuechua Book:In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations Source: In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations