{"id":57,"date":"2012-03-10T19:21:02","date_gmt":"2012-03-10T19:21:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=57"},"modified":"2012-04-22T12:07:07","modified_gmt":"2012-04-22T12:07:07","slug":"children-shining-on-the-moon-by-ahasiw-maskegon-iskwew","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=57","title":{"rendered":"Children Shining on the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nChildren Shining on the Moon<\/strong><\/p>\n

Witiko lives in the North

\nWitiko lives in the Wind

\nWitiko’s gift is the Wind <\/p>\n

Witiko’s voice howls and cuts
\nWitiko kills the father’s eyes
\nWitiko slices the mother’s tongue<\/p>\n

And children whirl like lost chicks
\nlike when the grouse hen is dead and eaten<\/p>\n

the wind blows hard and cold
\nWitiko screams and tears up the land
\nEveryone is scattered and blown up by the force of it<\/p>\n

Flying crystals of ice glittering
\nThe cold white softness of snow
\nScreaming, still screaming across the black sky<\/p>\n

The moon watches, glowing like steel,
\nQuiet and smooth.<\/p>\n

and the snowdrifts pile up in the alleys
\nwhere the children got blown
\nwith the dirt and the garbage
\ntrying to hide from the screaming<\/p>\n

It doesn’t stop.<\/p>\n

Their beautiful brown skin melts the snow,
\nsoftens the cold hard glaze on the old men’s eyes.
\nand the car door closes.
\nSlamming out the moon.<\/p>\n

Kids turn hard when they learn
\nto suck cock for cash,
\nhard and cold at the same time.
\nTheir gentle glow masked by knives in their eyes<\/p>\n

"Fucker tried to rip me off,
\nrip off my sister and my brother,
\nso I cut him up.
\nI think he shit himself.
\nYou should’a seen all the blood,
\nhe was fucking spraying it all over."<\/p>\n

Tough kids laugh at cruelty.
\nThen they look up into the cold black sky,
\nThey see the moon sewn into the grandmothers’
\nweb of stars, and hear its song.
\nThen they shake and cry hot swollen tears that won’t stop,
\nuntil the needle goes in.<\/p>\n

The boys are eager and hungry
\nThey stand close to each other
\nTheir traplines on the dark streets
\nuncoiled and faded away.
\nTime to poke up, swim in the heat of the blood,
\nthe needle finds a vein and blooms
\nhot and red in its barrel<\/p>\n

Hungry eyes, eager eyes,
\nthe soft brown skin stretched tight like a drum,
\nand their breath is shaking, shaking.<\/p>\n

He pulls it out and just as fast, faster
\npokes his friend, his brother, his lover
\nand they poke each other circling,
\nand flying together, harder and faster,
\nexpanding inside their trembling bodies
\nand filling the world<\/p>\n

and each poke is a stab
\nthat slices them off
\nkilling each other<\/p>\n

like shadows, the final prints of their bodies in the whiteness,
\nwhere they lay melting the snow
\nwhere they were thrown,
\nwhere they lay down softly, in slow motion.<\/p>\n

and their heat rises from deep inside their ass,
\ndeep when the spine is anchored,
\nthe place where the soul doesn’t know itself.<\/p>\n

Watch that process now
\nbecause you can
\nbecause your anchor is not torn out
\nand hanging by a bloody shred.<\/p>\n

Watch the shadows grow to cover their eyes
\nspreading softly across their burning skin.
\nWatch their flesh dissolve
\nuntil your tears blind you
\nand your crying throat threatens to choke off the air.<\/p>\n

Witiko screams with laughter and tears up the world
\nWitiko’s gift is the wind
\nIt lifts the boys out and away
\nrising through the black sky
\nand condenses them softly into the furious brilliance of the moon.<\/p>\n

Safe and luminous,
\nthey finally shine.
\nThat peaceful, cold shining
\nthat throbs and resonates
\nSinging in our hearts
\nbecause that light is made of the souls
\nof all the dead children.<\/p>\n

Their song is sewn gently and with care
\ninto the grandmothers’ web of stars.<\/p>\n

For us, Witiko can only scream with laughter
\nWatching us pinned down and wiggling
\nscorched by the burden of our nightmares.<\/p>\n

Witiko lives in the North
\nWitiko lives in the Wind
\nWitiko’s gift is the wind
\nWitiko’s voice howls and cuts
\nWitiko screams and tears up the land
\nEveryone is scattered and blown
\nby the force of it.
\nScreaming, still screaming across the black sky,<\/p>\n

The moon watches,
\nGlowing like steel, quiet and smooth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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