There ought to be words
when the Eternal God causes
another baby to be born.
There ought to be words
when from innocence
these children are torn.
There ought to be words
when a bride is presented
to a groom to be married.
There ought to be words
when dead bodies are
dressed, lowered and buried.
And when the new priest
sits in the old priest’s seat,
and when the next chief
cuts into animal meat,
there ought to be words,
words of the ceremony
words of the Big Soul.
And after the words,
there ought to be silence.
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