Memorial
the elders are stoking themselves
singing loud,
burning sage.
shots of whiskey, guitars in hand.
four generations,
gathered here to celebrate
a spirit
who's flame has all but flickered out.
for his spirit will forever burn
in our hearts
eternal, undying
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