Poem

CARIBOU PASSING

Chief

your spirit roamed
in the eyes of a caribou
we wanted to reach out

brush

your proud antlers
against
our young hands

your vivid pools
of wet milky
brown eyes
rimmed in blue
expressed no fear

the sound of your
hooves on stone
clicked
a dance

you crossed
the water
striving for freedom
but death
had no mercy

did we forget
spirit
and respect
when a chief
passes through