Weary are my hands that pull taut this
Hallow sinew. Tighter and tighter I pull it
And I watch it slice my finger, nearly to
The bone. I just let the blood spill
All over my pants whilst I weave the web,
Relishing in the spiral, as dexterous as a spider,
Enough to capture your wonderment.
You'd think I'd stop, hands lacerated by sinew,
Obliterating skin and flesh. Now for the leather,
Uncovered from that great deer, blessed creature.
Loathing the smell of harsh buckskin, I wrap
Our families history with the strips of leather
Onto the golden hoop. It sheds as it's pulled. The
Key is to breathe gently and evenly but
I forget this rule and breathe furiously,
Now receiving a bloody nose from inhaling the shavings.
Gross blood now cascades out my nose but I continue
For soon, I will be complete with the dream-catcher.
Out of animal guts and animal hide, a sudden
Ray of moonlight shines through this blessed art.
November 17, 2003
*I shouldn't have to tell anybody this, but some people can be dense so, look for the acrostic. You know what that is don't you?