Peskotomuhkati

"Malsom nqoss", he would say,

Just before a teaching,

Mall sum Nuh Kwoss,

"Wolf, my son",

And I would Learn.

All he had to say.

Of Spirits

Of Flesh

Of Blood

"Malsom nqoss"!

A shout as loud

As a whisper

Learn from me

Of Laughter

Of Tears

Of Life

Before my Death.

His voice,

His very Breath,

Stolen in a woods not his own.

Fighting the Whites again

Like his Grandfathers

Helmets with spikes of steel.

"They called us

Teufel Hunden!"

As we left our trenches

They ran as mahtoqehs

Fitting, thought I.....

"Mah toe kwez"

Rabbits from the Wolves.

Lintu Nipawset, Malsom nqoss,

For their Souls

For my Soul

Before I die.

"Leen too Nee pow set"

Sing the Moon, Wolf my Son

I do Grandfather,

I do.........