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Inspired by the rituals
of the Cree Indians of Northern Quebec

Bellies appeased
we always return to the spirit
beak, feathers, boar snout,
hoof and goat horn:
+++++++++++++ tail
+++++++++++++ teeth
+++++++++++++ nails
+++++++++++++ &
+++++++++++++ skin
+++++++++++++ we hang
from the death tree.
Thorny acacia guards
for the wind and rain their portion.
Once, we found a carcass
swinging throttled
where it tried to steal.
That night the wind
in the stripped mouth howled.
Still unmourned, the lone wolf twists
from its limbs.