When I walk across the meadow
At a brisk clip
The haemophiliac light
haemorrhaging in the West
half expecting to see
on the other side of the river
the city of sacrifice
a yak, a water buffalo, a llama
the puma-shaped city
“the butts of the rest”
the bats swim by
the minotaur
just below the tree line
keeping their distance
the train roars
in my rear
the turn of the boars
boats …
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