first nations (Remove filter)
totem
totem
maple wood smoke
drifts across the pine
and firs curling
into Inuit ghosts
that pace stealthily
from tree to tree
towering totems carved with bird
wolf bear and snakehead
calling to the old gods
that we were here
we lived and died in these
ancient forests
silver river slit...
Monday 12th August 2013 8:12 pm
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