Tuesday, September 13, 2005


Annie finds a dead hawk, drops it in her backpack
knows the spirit is near since the body’s still warm

raises her arms like a winged warrior
ready to migrate with the untethered

and takes off to her house where
she preserves the bird’s remains

as carefully as any shaman.
Washes him bone by bone

chants how the spirit hovers seven days
till the body is set for the next journey

douses the quills in alcohol
stores his down in a cedar box.

Chella Courington _Southern Girl Gone Wrong_, Foothills Publishing, 2004.

1 comment:

r said...

I remember when I met Annie, and she and you told me a bit of this story.

Still makes me uneasy.