I eat flesh
prowl alone, for four legged prey
in the alligator juniper, on the gray peaks,
where I am invisible, if still, or quivering
slightly from the west wind, snow chilled
in the craggy highlands
the beasts of the plain
scavenge…in packs,
they devour the upright ones who fed them,
leaving guilty trails of blood in the bleached sand
I share their genus, their jackal jaws,
not their betrayal, nor their lust for the ****
for me, the meal has no taste, only the scent
of silence, the sound of one hand clapping
sating me for another sunset, another dark night
where my ears twitch, cautiously
in rabbit chasing sleep
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
I eat flesh
prowl alone, for four legged prey
in the alligator juniper, on the gray peaks,
where I am invisible, if still, or quivering
slightly from the west wind, snow chilled
in the craggy highlands
the beasts of the plain
scavenge…in packs,
they devour the upright ones who fed them,
leaving guilty trails of blood in the bleached sand
I share their genus, their jackal jaws,
not their betrayal, nor their lust for the ****
for me, the meal has no taste, only the scent
of silence, the sound of one hand clapping
sating me for another sunset, another dark night
where my ears twitch, cautiously
in rabbit chasing sleep
nantan lupan=grey wolf
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