Friday, June 10, 2011

Lay me into the ground
So I can sleep on a bed of thorns
And watch the clouds
Draw animals with horns
The hide on my back is yours
I tore it from your skin with my claw
Your saber-tooth left my body in a jigsaw
There's rapids tattooed on my legs
from walking barelegged through your river
When you put your ear to my thigh you can hear the torrents
Rushing towards the plunge
Of water

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