Sunday, May 8, 2011

Joining the Hird

even as he skinned his first young deer, he held hope
for the day he'd wear a wolf's pelt into war.

even as he stained his chicken skin with char and tallow,
even as he smeared his dirty face with curing sapo.

even as he grinned and skinned his first grey wolf, he hoped
for the day he'd wear a bear's pelt into war.
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