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Thursday, March 02, 2023

In memoriam Claude

Claude, February 2020

A MAN MUST FACE HIMSELF

I hung two sealskins on my wall....

Some people say
'Oh! the poor dear things!'
with pity in their hearts,
while chewing bloody steak
and cuddling in fur coats.

And I think of **
Jonahsie
magnificently himself: a Man,
hunter by destiny
spearing the seals,
with no guilt in his soul,
no pity in his heart,
but beaming pride
that his day-work was done:
the best for his kin---
and that's all he could do...

And I think of
Kakee, his wife,
cleaning, stretching, smoothing, sewing the skins
with a skill
as old as the Woman called Eve,
and bringing me the gift
with beaming pride:
the best for a friend---
and that's all she could give...

And I wonder why
we worry about who eats whom
when Life is a cycle?
We all prey, and we grow
feeding on each other.

A seal
a breathing tomato
an egg that could be born
a drink of pure water
a flower for a vase
some grass to walk upon
the warmth of the sun, of a smile, of a body
a poem for a soul
and stars to fill a dream.

I hung two sealskins on my wall...

A Man must face himself
and accept it!

Claude Prévost Gamble
(June 1970)

** And I think of Claude who died today two years ago.
Thanks for all. De tout coeur!