THE RIVER
(this heart is a chalice)
Let's bring the fiery things home, like an asteroid
in your crotch or a small flame burning in your open
palm. The filigrees of tropical isles are singing. Lining
the beach, with their flames and fires too, are the natives,
the junglers, of the sort no longer seen : a National Geographic
frenzy to be sure. The Shaman bends. He cuts out someone's
heart. There are screams and more. A new river of blood gushes.
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