Beyond the horizon I hear you pleading
Shouting, biting, scratching, breathing
And in the smog, your breath is wet
Wet and long and harsh and spent
In the sky your eyes shine bright
A billion vicious specs of light
In the earth you shudder
Your spine sticks up from deep down under
From sand I watched the sun as it bled
You tuck the sea around the earth to bed
You’re the lion’s teeth
The gazelle’s meat
And the blood that puddles under feet
I hear your sulky wines and groans
And your sultry breathy moans
In every writhing infant cry
I hear you born
I hear you die
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