Primitive People

Shaman, Houngan, Witch Doctor
They believe they control the skies
They trust their craft to banish the evil day

A dance to bring the rains
A chant to raise the sun
A sacrifice to insure the harvest
How primitive, I say

How silly to believe such power
How foolish to assume that weight
But
Even today I am weary
I carry weight not my own

I so easily forget my folly
My mask not as fearsome
My dance much more subtle
And so
Much more easily ignored

dg

11/28

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