Thursday, September 13, 2012

Humbaba Guards the Cedars from the Wars

It's all the world that holds me,
Wild woods porcelain bones contain,
With me the sleepy monster
Wandering around inside,

Watching each shadow detach,
Stretch, startle off, recombine,
As if I could live stalking
Shadows instead of fat beasts.

I can. I do. All I am
After all is a shadow
Myself thrown by the sun cut
Into confetti by trees,

And shades are all I can eat.
I'm no less a predator
Of the forest's worldly thoughts
For having unworldly claws,

But every kill reminds me,
When I bite down on darkness,
That the creature whose twilight
I gnaw growls far beyond me.

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