We sprang from salt water
A meeting of waves.
Our men hollowed
canoes
from logs
with the bone of whale
and together rose
as one
but were many
giving thanks to the sea.
With a song
we
were born
startling the birds
into
flight
while the seagulls
cried
circling the air
and
following
the strain of our paddles
moving
us
toward land.
Now our men
keep returning to the sea
filled with the rhythm
of
salmon
fishing a strange beauty
through
dark waters
as silver fins
leap
wildly over death
seeking the savage moment
that
saves
the young.
Our
people will not die.
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