Prayer


Medicine Man 
hanging in the forest, 
I lay my head 
beneath the birch 
upon the earth. 
  

Wrinkled one, 
I drink the chalice 
of bleeding saps; 
I swallow the host of moaning winds. 
  

Wise one, 
shake the rattle 
of spells and magic things; 
protect me from the power 
of the wolverine. 

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