a shabby hut - a yard of bones
a man of guilt and grief, alone,
and who would love a cannibal?
deganawidah saw hope in
a face of fury and wrath. he
climbed the chimney, looked inside at
a cauldron of flesh and blood. and
the cannibal looked, and saw his
face, and never was he the same.
what have i done, he breathed, and ran
to fix his deeds. he tossed his past
onto the ground, and screamed his pain
to the world that broke his heart.
never again, never again,
and never again did he ****.
his mouth was ******, his hands were
cold, and yet he yelled his repent-
ance. and so we see, that even
evil is not the permanence
it seems. so yell your anger, yell
your grief, but never shall you fall.