ANIMAL INSTINCT
The Sisters were standing together
at the site of the crash; they been
driving too harshly, somehow
driving to too fast. It's not the
sort of thing the Sisters of Mercy
are known for, but who knows
what treasure the Bishop holds?
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Over them, like lambs of God, the
sheltering arc of some future triumph
is supposed to protect : their good
intentions, their best results. Here?
It seemed as if no one was hurt, just
rather that Yukon they drove had
joined with a tree - transubstantiation
indeed. 'My limbs entwine with you
now. We are all one.' If only trees
could talk.
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The animal instinct of the panther
seems waiting, jut outside this small
picture's frame.
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