The Rattle: Anonymous

In one breath the smoke lifted

In one sound the drum beat

No one felt the pinch

And no leftover find

As women met and pounded felt

No man clung to his bow

As the mallet fell

The young matched the elders

As the adlers shok

No smoke matched its coil

As rattles shook

And the snare snapped

And the bellow heard

As the arrow felt

The blessing of moose

In disguised sacrifice

And the pot brewed

And the circle fell

As sleep sounded

The circle of life

And children laughed and prayed

For life’s blessing

On a shady trail

– Anonymous