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| Tundra Raven, photo by Julien Jacobs |
In the Presence of a God, dead
A raven
rumpled black
in the snow
this vision
haunts me still
A raven
rumpled black
in the snow
this vision
haunts me still
a people's creator
his power lost
long before a wing
clipped the wires
--the new power--
hanging over the land
Sometimes I still stand
his power lost
long before a wing
clipped the wires
--the new power--
hanging over the land
Sometimes I still stand
over the ruffled raven corpse
the cold burns my cheeks
I blink ice
and wonder what one
should do
in the presence of a god,
dead and
I cannot bury him
in the crusty white
covering the tundra
the cold burns my cheeks
I blink ice
and wonder what one
should do
in the presence of a god,
dead and
I cannot bury him
in the crusty white
covering the tundra
(April 3/2009)
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