An obituary wasn't published but here is a poem from Warren:

So yesterday I was sitting outside being an Indian…
Listening to the chimes sing their song in the wind…
What I heard them saying brought me to deep thought…
We Indians have forgotten what the Ancient ones taught…
We were doing it right, when we prayed in our sweats..
Sitting naked on Mother Earth, unafraid of our deaths..
Drums pounding away, representing Mothers heartbeat..
Sweetgrass filling the air lifting prayers in the heat...
For the Nations that didn’t have Sweats… they had Mountains..
Rising Majestically above.. the Clouds swirling like fountains..
Wouldn’t you rather give Praise with a view,
Instead of in a box kneeling down on a pew…
We didn’t show off bonnets, or drive fancy cars..
We didn’t ask forgiveness, for going out to bars…
We spoke to the spirits, that’s in all Things around..
We knew all the Medicines that grew out of the Ground..
The Ancient Ones want…us to go back to our basics…
So we can be free….free to be natives…
-Warren Ozzie Lightning written Jan 8 2012
Sept 28 1965- March 12 2023