My Time Of Dying

My Time Of Dying

I lie awake
On the ground
I have fought bravely
Suddenly the truth
Strikes me
Sharp
Pointed
Like a spear
As I lie on
The bear-skin
My grandfather made
I look over
I see my grandfather
White Face
I know
The time has come

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