Stele

Stele

you have spare pebbles gods hurl our pebbles we want our own hunts not your pebbles gods made you wrestle bears made you carry heavy stones for altars we see you hurt spirits when you make balls out of skulls and heads out of clay you cannot hear spirits you know wolves and ravens hunt with us you frighten beasts spirits say you take gods to your woods we take our wolves and ravens to our woods spirits built what we have where we have it 

[concrete poem]