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The pollen showers on eyelashes, the jungle
is seen behind them, the hunters
a fresh catch, bleeding out and striped
and fur. he holds his hand to help him
cross the street, slowly (a small gesture)
shows his motionless claws, white like pearls
where has the woman who sits naked with the raw
fur and stripes gone? the one
who sits beneath the largest tree all
night long, Ranting to the stars.
has she gone to follow
the birds and insects as we once
thought or has she already sunk
into the greenery, swift and creamy
Without our notice?
The hunters' guns are clean, their gloves
untainted of blood. But I saw the
slaughter. I saw the runners who
just kept going. I run with them now.
he helps her cross the street too, though
he knows she doesn't need it
She has moons on her fingers
is seen behind them, the hunters
a fresh catch, bleeding out and striped
and fur. he holds his hand to help him
cross the street, slowly (a small gesture)
shows his motionless claws, white like pearls
where has the woman who sits naked with the raw
fur and stripes gone? the one
who sits beneath the largest tree all
night long, Ranting to the stars.
has she gone to follow
the birds and insects as we once
thought or has she already sunk
into the greenery, swift and creamy
Without our notice?
The hunters' guns are clean, their gloves
untainted of blood. But I saw the
slaughter. I saw the runners who
just kept going. I run with them now.
he helps her cross the street too, though
he knows she doesn't need it
She has moons on her fingers