Steep Slope With a Short Rope
Brought up with kin as animals
Instinct enhanced with repitition
over and over again
Beaten into the heads of boys.
Tongue's disfigured to my ears
thoughts saying something, saying nothing
Dirt under fingernails
Umbillical cord taken and eaten by Guides.
Omnipotent elder with heads of antlers
gives birth to lions and mules alike
with handfuls of wants and mouthfuls of aspiration
They Luminate His world.
Guides full of afterbirth stay always
Until the next life comes, and takes what is his
only to repeat,.
Yet guides change along with bodies, adapt.
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