Alexander Posey was a Muscogee Creek Native American; he was born in 1873, one of twelve children. He died when he was only thirty-five, but had exerted considerable influence as a poet, a journalist and as a politician. His death was tragic; a train journey was interrupted by the bridge crossing a river being swept away. Alexander and a friend tried to cross in a boat but tragedy happened, and despite his friend’s attempts to save him, he was lost.
On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a WolfHow savage, fierce and grim!His bones are bleached and white.But what is death to him?He grins as if to bite.He mocks the fateThat bade, ”Begone.”There’s fierceness stampedIn ev’ry bone.Let silence settle from the midnight sky–Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry;The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most vergeOf this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge.Alexander Posey
Lois Elsden 