Going Home…

Dedicated to our leaders that have passed….
My heart is heavy,
My tears are real.
Lost another one,
And have to deal.
Our warriors are strong,
Many moons today.
Our ancestors fly high,
Wisdom keepers, they say.
I will remember you,
And pay my respect.
Listen and feel your wisdom,
Being humble, not to expect.
Now is your time,
To go home…
I pray for you,
And leave you alone.
To walk amongst the ancestors,
The destination…
Respectfully, I say…
Aho, all my relations…

By Jim Poitras

Source: http://jimpoitras.ca/poems/
Xavier was raised to be a hookimaw (windigo killer) and when Elijah became windigo, he had no choice but to murder his best friend.