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Arch Pediatr Adolesc Med. 2001;155:422.

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In Navajo culture, each time a story is told its source is acknowledged and honored. My friend, Sue Bennett, shared with me this story of the loss of her friend Dugald Brenner

They implore me not to go, they say
I could not bear to see him
three days dead. The river will have done
its work on him. And the fish. But drawn
by a soul-spun thread, compelled
to patch the jagged heart-hole, I drop
over the edge of the precipice, down
the shadowed canyon to its bouldered bed,
ear-stopping domain of torrent in flood.

His vessel, half-buried, a javelin
stuck against the flow, leads me
to him. But before the ropes can be applied
he washes free, slips between boulders, churns
through the drops and floats across
into the eddy next to me.

Cradled in my arms, how does he look?
I do not care. I stroke
his . . . [Full Text of this Article]