Death Song

Sun on the edge of an eagle's wing
Salmon flash in a gin-clear spring
Dreams of the hunt that the day will bring
This is the song that the Shaman sing

Blue and white beads on a leather thong
Stories told in an ancient tongue
of the fertile lands where the tribes belong
These are the words of the Shaman's song

Now, a totem carved from a she-wolves fang
lies in the dust where the deer once ran
and echoes in the air still hang
from the final song that the Shaman sang