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The Totem
The sound of my adze
Striking the pole
Is my drum beat
The chips falling to the ground
Are my rattles
My time is kept by leaf rustle
My singers are the birds in the trees
Above me
Inside me I hope my ancestors sing as well
I feel them at times
Watching me carve of wood
My first child
Striking the pole
Is my drum beat
The chips falling to the ground
Are my rattles
My time is kept by leaf rustle
My singers are the birds in the trees
Above me
Inside me I hope my ancestors sing as well
I feel them at times
Watching me carve of wood
My first child
Published 10th Jul 2020
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I know what I do
Only when I do it
Only when I do it
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