The Gathering

The first death has come
And now it follows us
Everything has changed
In ceremony we trust
The people have gathered
Now we must begin
A time of mourning
Has been ushered in
The materials are gathered
Each village arrives
To work together
And carry out the rites

The people worried
How Coyote would receive
The death of his father
In all uncertainty
So they kept him out
But he would not stay
So he leapt into the pyre
Taking his father's heart away

The first to die
Promised to return
As the full moon
After the pyre burns
So we raise the pole
Painted with funeral signs
Then burnt it down
Under pale moonlight

Now we cut our hair
As we hold on
To what left we have
Our old world is gone
But resolve is there
Our will is strong
We continue these traditions
As our mourning goes on



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Drescher
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