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When we raised our heads
the sky broke apart
and we saw God.
We stood on stilts
and remembered our names.
But then we saw gashes
in the garden below
and heel marks
from heavy boots.
We saw wolves and bears
pacing around us
watching our eyes
and we threw off our stilts
and danced around the fire
till Gaia was smooth and warm.
And in the circle of creatures
we remembered their names.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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So, in Alaska it’s okay once again to murder wolves in their dens (even when they have pups), and to shoot bears from helicopters.
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I’m re-posting this old poem again, in protest of a recent decision by our new “leader”, and wondering what will be next. Backwards we go…..
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