Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation <br />right across the border from the liquor store <br />and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week <br /> <br />and the Indians come running in with jewelry <br />television sets, a VCR, a full-lenght beaded buckskin outfit <br />it took Inez Muse 12 years to finish. Buffalo Bill <br /> <br />takes everything the Indians have to offer, keeps it <br />all catalogues and filed in a storage room. The Indians <br />pawn their hands, saving the thumbs for last, they pawn <br /> <br />their skeletons, falling endlessly from the skin <br />and when the last Indian has pawned everything <br />but his heart, Buffalo Bill takes that for twenty bucks <br /> <br />closes up the pawn shop, paints a new sign over the old <br />calls his venture THE MUSEUM OF NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURES <br />charges the Indians five bucks a head to enter.<br /><br />Sherman Alexie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evolution-4/
