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Black Crow's Last Wish
by Dennis Gregory Murawska
Monday, September 01, 2003
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Eternal Mystery, once more fill my lungs
With cold air from the great lake spirit
Before the sky is separated from your waters
Let me crawl into a cave along your rocky shore
Hide my body in final victory
So that, when your edges have been made straight
I will rest with the jagged rocks I love
When the twisted pines grow in rows
Carry me to where
Loons dive beside my canoe
And my head rests on that spot
Where the great bear has grubbed for berries
Only a moment before.
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