By Hank Christian
Date: 28 June 2000
Wemawe
I took the offering of your love
And bound it in consecrated white buffalo leather
and built a stand of teak
to hold it true
And with the feathers of an eagle messenger
made it into my wemawe
To watch over my heart at night
When the monsters are alive
And wait to consume my soul.
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