greenmountaineer
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The Flower
Krah smears blood of a rabbit
on claws of the short-faced bear
as Tunka plucks my flower
to burn for Spirit Moon
that, as I last remember Him,
looked like the jawbone of Zar.
I think my flower should wear
wet in the wood cup of Tunka
as it does when Spirit Sun
takes away cold smoke in the sky.
The petals look pretty dying here,
just as our sister Manah was
in the Great Pit wearing the hide
we dyed with plums and purple carrots.
Tonight my flower won't look as nice
when Krah pours blood on the altar stone,
for Tunka will burn it in his cup,
but, Uma, he will never know!
Come to the river and see.
Come with me and see!
wrapped in a tree leaf hidden there:
Uma, I took the seeds!
Original Version
Krah smears blood of a rabbit
on claws of the short-faced bear
as Tunka plucks my flower
to burn for Spirit Moon
that, as I last remember Him,
looked like the jawbone of Zar.
I think my flower should wear
wet in the wood cup of Tunka
as it does when Spirit Sun
takes away cold smoke in the sky.
The petals look pretty dying here,
just as our sister Manah was
in the Great Pit wearing the hide
we dyed with plums and purple carrots.
Tonight my flower won't look as nice
when Krah pours blood on the altar stone,
for Tunka will burn it in his cup,
but, Uma, he will never know!
Come to the river and see.
Come with me and see!
wrapped in a tree leaf hidden there:
Uma, I took the seeds!
Original Version
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