Notre Frères

“They were born beneath the water,

in the darkest depths of the lake” [2]

— Russell Freedman

We were born beneath the water

in the darkest depths of the lake

We rise, our hooves rumbling

spewing lake water, muzzles dripping

in the darkest depths of the lake

Will Gabriel call, us, his brothers

spewing lake water, muzzles dripping

pulling the universe in our sway

Will Gabriel call, us, his brothers

riding his swiftest buffalo runner

aiming Le Petit

pulling the universe in their sway

the Milky Way — dust of buffalo spirits passing

Riding his swiftest buffalo runner

Will Gabriel, aiming Le Petit

rise, his horse’s hooves rumbling?

dust of buffalo spirits passing

We were born beneath the water