"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.........
