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Our Family Wolves howled in the distance.

Hunched beneath blankets they carried a sapling as they coursed up the road.

Howling again, they assembled, knelt in a line shaking their trees.

Sweaty palms squeezed tobacco as the watchers approached the wolves.

And knelt.

From their bellies thunder opened the grave of grief.
In stillness wolves and participants listened as the Old Ones shared the separation of the two boys during the killing of their mother, cihcipistikwan – atayohkewin the wolves who carry this cry of loss.

cihcipistikwan – atayohkewin is the Sacred Legend of the Rolling Head © Louise B. Halfe – Sky Dancer Parliamentary Poet Laureate