so i overheard this bunch of lads in a pub
talking about girls
how haughty they were
how superior
how intoxicated with all of it
(either of them—it doesn't matter)
it could have been ten thousand years ago
circling kopjes on the veldt
hammering out the music of fear
imagine that
imagine dancing
dressed as a wolf
hoping she watches closely
your bare feet in dust in firelight
in ochre and spit
in shapes
in love with this moment
all your fathers
before you
buried in your mother's chest
so many nutrients
for the spirit that is quiet
fierce as shaking trees
as the stone drums spiral in
so big so little, all of it forever
forever yours
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