When I see the blood
I never could quite grasp
This desire for the kill
Perhaps in my lost mind
I missed some basic principles
Of the blessing
I was Not Esau enough
Not possessing the proper feel
as I kneeled beside the death bed
My mother never covering me in
Venison skin
Smooth flesh not blessing
And so I never got it
Never had the smear of blood
To cover me
A lost soul in the deer woods.
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