once, i saw a mohawk rose high above a friend's head growing from the scalp to the ends of the sky.
Height of mount everest, bushy beyond the elements of darkness, said to lie treasures beneath this mountain,
his eyes lit only to realise his eyesight had failed him and his in a moment's folly, his nakedness revealed a little forest down there,
covering the giver of life. oh, the power of mohawks, stand proud, show forth your manliness!