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Song while Dancing around an Empty Village
They are dead in my village.
I see them sleeping in lodges
Or lying on high death-posts
Or tied in trees as if fasting.
Killer Whale and Raven
Stand among them, broken.
Blackberry and salmonberry
Grow from their open mouths.
Sea Wolf, Beaver, Bear Mother
Have fallen against them.
The Crooked Beak of Heaven
Has nested in moss and lichen.
Now I untie the knot
Of my cold breath, to begin.
At my heels I wear the copper
Tail-feathers of Flicker.
Wherever I place my feet
They will make small fires.
I will make-necklace
Burning like spirit copper
Around the neck of my village,
And the souls of the People
Will fill them again, will sing
In their empty bodies, dancing.
David Wagoner