I
Ancestral Lords,
Dzatugbui’s maiden begotten son
Has joined the wander-boat too
Mother crocodile lured him
So toddler-crocodiles massage his testicles
Cattle hoof cannot fit antelope’s foot
Buffalo does not borrow snake’s dance-cloth
Let not, Let not
Dzatugbui’s maiden begotten son
Get stranded in this Sámi ice-mountain.
II
Now I stand
Looking through the glass window
Muttering
A calabash of cold water in hand
Pouring drops on the floor
This is a self-exile
That maims the deeper self
There is something in this journey
That takes the spirit away
The monkey is caught by a hunter’s trap
But let not man fall prey.