Ouroboros Spine nulettukutik ⨰

so hard it had been to bury agana, to cover the beauty of that empty face with good rich earth.

each pawful tore a new strip from moonwoman's heart.

and in muddied tears she found her voice to sing again, heartsong swelling over the stone teeth of the long-loved spine.

agana! agana!

lift yourself from bones now, beloved spirit.

there is a time to wait and a time to depart.

we sing you now to your home within the dancing lights,

when you open your eyes, you will be at peace.

tears fell silent upon the grave, and kukutux lay her crown there for a moment as indigo shadows slanted over the village.