So many bones

I hear the dry winds,
as they play them,
like a flute

So many bones

What will you do
when the trees
are gone ?

Will you
cover yourself
with money ?

Will money
protect you
from the strong winds
and the dust ?

Will it shield you
from Father Sun's fury?

What will you do
when the Oceans are dead,

and each new days dew
is poison ?

Will you
squeeze your coins,

for a drop of water
upon your tongue ?

What will you do
when Great Mother
no longer feeds you ?

Can you
eat your money,
like cabbage ?

So many bones

I hear the dry winds,
as they play them,
like a flute

So many bones

It is Creator's
courting song.

Creator's song
to Great Mother

I do not know
what you will do

But I know
Great Mother

She will be
as beautiful
as she was
on the first day

with
so many bones
to feed her.

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