What does the bear carry on her back?
Me.  She  carries  me.

We are looking for my soul.
We     are     gathering     bones
And watering them with blood and tears.

Grandmother carries me on her back,
Out my front door and to the stars,
Into the cold northeastern night

Where four brothers dance
And the world is remade.

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