Our last words were about someone you knew
His last words were about the joy of our conversations.
In one year you are gone.
But not gone
Already you are in the water and air
The earth flows through my hands.
I offer it to you
In this place
In this place
where the natives have gathered
and have offered the water and the earth
to the earth
I pound the drum
I sing
My arms rise
The earth flows from my fingers
I lift water in my hands
to my ancestors.
to my ancestors
to my ancestors
………………………………jake
