Littleblood

O littleblood, hiding from the mountains in the mountains Wounded by stars and leaking shadow Eating the medicinal earth. O littleblood, little boneless little skinless Ploughing with a linnet’s carcase Reaping the wind and threshing the stones. O littleblood, drumming in a cow’s skull Dancing with a gnat’s feet With an elephant’s nose with a Continue reading Littleblood

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My house sits on the side of a hill, and in the winter, with the trees bare, you can see the river. In the spring, the leaves return and take the river away.