Like the sick ox who strays from the herd,
I shall feed a brave lion.
'Neath the savannah sun
the beings of the earth
shall make a home
of my excavated cavities.
In time I will rain back down
and fill my tiny drop in the sea.
Little fishes will swim in me.
O mammalian sisters and brothers,
hermaphrodites and all the others,
as you will, take part of me.
Was it mine to give, this energy?
One cannot call a purpose wasted if
(in eventuality)
All life shall feed upon me.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
Like the sick ox who strays from the herd,
I shall feed a brave lion.
'Neath the savannah sun
the beings of the earth
shall make a home
of my excavated cavities.
In time I will rain back down
and fill my tiny drop in the sea.
Little fishes will swim in me.
O mammalian sisters and brothers,
hermaphrodites and all the others,
as you will, take part of me.
Was it mine to give, this energy?
One cannot call a purpose wasted if
(in eventuality)
All life shall feed upon me.
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