Submitted by Tim Tuttle ...

I'd like to share a poem I found posted on a hotel wall near Cable, Wisconsin, some years ago.

Anishnabeg Prayer for a Slain Deer

I had need
I have dispossessed you of beauty, grace, and life
I have sundered your spirit from its worldly frame
no more will you run in freedom because of need

I had need
you in life served your kind in goodness
by your life, I will serve my brothers
without you I hunger and grow weak
without you I am helpless, nothing

I had need
give me your flesh for strength
give me your casement for protection
give me your bones for my labours
and I shall not want