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November 05, 2009

Tribe

BASICALLY, this week we were given a list of words and we had to make a poem using only the words from this list, hence why it sounds a little bit skewiff. Brap.

tribal lady


One black breast

(skin, not stone)

rained these ashes 

small.


Drink that smoke

(eye white root)

all tongue, two bite

all.


Leaf meat fires

warm egg-bone,

star-fish say 'give

sun'.


Road burns tooth

(cold-necked stand).

Red night, we who

come;


man dies killing

feather seeds,

dog dies killing 

sand,


bird dies killing

yellow clouds,

earth dies killing 

man.


Good says, "Woman,

what I give,

two hearts sleeping

full,


not one black breast

(skin, not stone),

raining these ashes 

small".


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