A Shaman's Wake

Poem of Native Live

Life is still
Balance achieved with his Will
The heart’s thunderous cries
To the wake when a Shaman dies

Look now upon the bed
Where the drum beats on it is said
In mournful procession display
On the winds hollow scream this day

The village morns their loss
As the wheat is blown away in the toss
But mourning gives way and a smile does try
When hope is heard in a newborn’s cry