Oct 2, 2021

they eat what they kill

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i live on the surface of the planet like any other beast 

i cook the flesh and eat it 

tearing the pieces apart with my bare hands 

sometimes i even growl when I eat 

i admire the owl and the hawk and the birds of prey 

they live in the moment 

and they eat what they kill 

time passes like the stars crossing the sky 

like the layers of a vast onion 

peeled away slowly 

one at a time 

does the wind know my name 

of course not 

don’t be foolish 

the wind is here to bless these things 

everything I have ever told you 

with its blustery kiss

-jobe




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