A little pouch,
made of muscle
and my blood.
Inside, it has
everything in
my whole life.
Some soft feathers
from when I was
a free bird,
free and flying
across the sky—
the sweet world;
some fierce-looking
and fear-causing
lion fur,
from my epoch
as defiant,
rebel beast;
two little horns
from my time as
worker ox,
obeying and
submitting to
every rule;
and, finally,
two more feathers
from the owl
I embody
at this time.
That is my heart,
and what has shaped
my whole life.

Jish

My story and me,

are an interwoven whole --


Inextricably.