7/01/2009

Chosen

The other man
might be an arrow.

The other man might
be a shield. The other

man might bring fire,
fish or wool. Who is

our brother, who is
a killer? He hunts

with the body of a lion;
soft and bruised like

fallen fruit. He is
of this world and not

of this world. Entirely
lost and carefully chosen.

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