A Pleathora of Gifts

Two things written April:

I am
the Vulture who cleans
the flesh from
the bones of
the Deer, who removes
the heart and
the lungs from
the hole in its
Cavity. Here,
here on this road above
the sea.

Hear above the seafoam surges, the crests, and undertow.

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From the fire I will wield it. Ashen end and embers touched to the face of a foreign dignitary. And we are foreign to foreigners. We are foreign and faces burned for those from foreign lands. From the fire I will wield it. From the fire they will wield.