Wednesday, March 12, 2025

I smell of death



 Circle space

john clare 


There I stood in that circle of 

No entry the creatures decreed

By God to fear me everything 

Keeping its distance

The turkey in the hammock

The deer in the dense beyond

The Eagles in the nest above

Only the Cardinals dared enter

The forbidden space 

Scolding me to move along

Disturbing the slow order

With my presence

Long before they accepted

I was well on my way

Leaving a scent trail

Smelling death the entire way.

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