Wednesday, 31 of August of 2016

Klin Lapisardi – Coyote

Dust underfoot I
feel the sunset end
itchy swaying grass
coyote_7431Look over ridge I
am splattered with
Color orange and red
Like mysterious badlands
I
Am holding secrets in
My smiling eyes
Can
You glimpse without touching
Hurting, burning, touching
Killing comes from
The mind’s lies, your
Greed and undue fear can
I run ononon
My eyes bright and
The world pumps
In my blood,
Holding.
I hope on
This run
No two legs to impede my ways
I hope on this run
Not to gaze you this time.

Klin Lapisardi
November 1994 Earth First!


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