Tilkut prepared for the whale hunt, fasting on fern roots and wild lily bulbs, purifying himself in the sweat lodge. On the fifth night of prayer and fasting, Tilkut invoked the spirit of the whale. He danced like a pine bough in a gentle wind. Sage is burned. A haunting song began: Salmon crooned in … Continue reading
Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41