Molly Chisaakay

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WALKS MEDICINE WOMAN

walks medicine woman
she came with a gift
shallow breathless
bestowed a hero,
she sang for youth
at a drum dance
she sang long and hard,
buried - quests
willows swayed with drumbeats
with gifts,
bestowed songs that echo into the night
she sang on the edge of a forest
willow trees moved,
swayed in the breeze,
coyotes howled on the edge of betrayal
intense clouds beckoned
a thunder bolt struck, lightening held a youth
cradled,
soft in a field of grass he lay, on raw earth sleeping,
smouldering, albert-
my brother,
she held a dream in the wake of a dawning,
dried flowers she bestowed
on your blank empty face
a youth forever you become
gone is the laughter by the noisy currents of rushing waves,
her arrow straight smooth black hair wrapped your cold face
once you roamed the vast fields a child
making life your best friend
so young they said of you,
lying there forever