Lucille Clifton




the yeti poet returns to his village
to tell his story

…found myself wondering
if i had entered
the valley of shadow

found myself wandering
a shrunken world
of hairless men

oh the pouches
they close themselves into 
at night.    oh the thin
paps of their women

i turned from the click
of their spirit-catching box
the boom of their long stick

and made my way back
to this wilderness
where we know where we are
what we are