Abstract
Remaking Chant Steve Crowe for the Cherokee I am clean and dancing.Today, the first in a lifetime,I leave a rattlesnake's voicein the rocks, I frighten no one. But I still have fangs,poisonous or not, and an urgeto feel the warm ball of a field mousedissolving inside me the vibrations of rain drummingacross dry hills, the stretch of moistsunlight along my body.I will coil into a short nap, consider this spirit I am leaving,and maybe then I can abandon my brothers. [End Page 55] Footnotes This poem originally appeared in Red Cedar Review, Vol. 9 Iss. 1, 1974. Copyright © 2011 Michigan State University Board of Trustees
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