Portrait of My Brothers as an Endurance runner.(Poetry)(Poem)

 
   PORTRAIT OF MY BROTHER AS AN ENDURANCE RUNNER 
 
   Now that I know the secrets 
   of the Tarahumara tribe 
   famous for their long-distance races, 
   I urge my brother not to eat 
   Mother's fatty meals. Instead 
   I feed him rabbits, deer, rats. 
   Then mix the blood of a turtle 
   with the blood of a bat 
   and roll it with tobacco 
   into a cigar for him to smoke. 
   I dress him in loose clothes, 
   dry the head of an eagle 
   for a charm around his neck, 
   hang deer-hoof rattles from his waist. 
   Before ...