Exquisite mica talisman,upraised in abhaya mudra salute:, it lay in a dead leader’s grave, to kindle the new sun inside.
The eye in the palm follows you wherever you turn,penetrating and protecting, stealthy as a rattlesnake.
The wounded warrior unclenches his red fist: see through the stigma to the stars.Miraculous death can be grasped by the fingers and sown in the earth in season.
The all-powerful hand. The bearpaw. The portal whereby a power may enter or exit the body.
The hand that twirls the firestick at the hearth, beneath the Evening Star.
The bloody hand the warrior clasps to his face, blazoning his pride: I drink my enemy’s life.
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