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
Am holding secrets in
My smiling eyes
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,
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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