This one is entitled "Fort Sill" that's dedicated to Set-angya.
"You were riding in a wagon to the train.
A tree took shape in the distance.
You began to sing.
It was more than unseemly.
The words of your song were so powerful that nothing less
than death would contain them.
At times, many years later, I hear the song.
Not as it was, but as it sounds across time.
Oh my warrior!
I love you to sing!
The rattle of your breath, rising to the sun,
I hear among the screams of the hunting horses."