After “The Origin of Nunivak Island”, a Nunivak Eskimo Myth

Posted: November 26, 1992 in Poetry
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I
my knife is bone.
I break in half
my knife of bone.
each half I place
into my mouth;
they’re just like fangs
with which I have
become a wolf.

II
to a weeping spirit woman
saddened by the sky,
I make you cut your hand
and then you break your knife.

III
mother wolf.

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