Thursday, November 8, 2012

Once Again By Liz Sohappy Bahe



Let go of the present and death,
Go to the place nearest the stars,
Gather twigs, logs;
Build a small fire;
A huge angry fire.
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Gather nature's skin;
Wet it, stretch it,
Make a hard drum;
fill it with water
to muffle sound.
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Gather dry leaves, herbs;
Feed the fire.
let the smoke rise
with the roundness of the sun.
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Moist your lips, loosen your tongue,
Let the chant echo
from desert, valley, and peak
whereever home is
.
Remember the smoke,
the chants, the drums,
the stick grandfather held.
as he spoke in the dark
of his father's power.
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Gather your memories
into a basket, into a pot;
into your cornhusk bag,
your grandfather sings for us
beyond the dry rustling cornstalks.

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