The Friar’s Camp: Song Contest (cont’d)
6. Digger Wasp Shaman (to the accompaniment of a musical rasp)
dirt flies out from under
my folded wings
I stand at the door of my pit house
& turn around four times
looking all over for something
good to drink
*
as hard as I shake my wings
there’s no rattle
I stomp my feet
no drum
I make a nice shelter
& no one comes in
the hole’s too narrow
the caterpillar’s spines are too sharp
*
flying & walking
walking & lifting off
I scour the land
turning turning
make my own dizzying wind
*
I fly behind the sun:
he alone of all beings has
no shadow
I burrow under the rainbow:
she alone of all beings
cannot be approached
*
flycatcher called me a witch
because my medicine is strong
& I can heal
what others cannot
bring wisdom to the careless
humility to the powerful
a goad to all those
who sleep past sunrise
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