Language Says

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Language Says

Language Says
Face
Hunt Song
Love Song
Song of the Tribe

I will kill you, oh great deer,
I will eat your tender flesh.
I have already breathed in your out-breath,
I have already absorbed your spirit into mine
and we are one.

Let your flesh come into my flesh,
let your power be absorbed in my power.
Look through my eyes, oh great deer,
run in my swift legs.

2018-08-21T17:23:20+00:00 July 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 43|0 Comments