He lay down amidst grasses so tall
they hide his eyes from his soul.
He lay among the ants
captivated by his Herculean hair,
curls creating bridges
oily black and lustrous.
He lay down
his weighted frame
burying tender shoots below.
Aching--
He traced the paths of wren and jay
their cawing jarring muscle from frame.
Aching--
and wondered when the rain
would claim him
the water submerge his heart.
Aching, aching
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