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Tribe

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For days we’d shadowed the slender skyline,
dense in numbers, sinuous-limbed, sniffing
the spiced soil to find the small game. We ran
it down, shamed it to its knees; a super-gang,
all good carnivores, group-hearted we thrilled
to hunt. No one troubled us. Best quit our turf,
we’d send out our young brethren to whisper,
or something bad might happen. Till one of us,
entranced by a strange girl, forgot the status
and the pack, of his own will lingered easy
with her, strung garlands of violet leaves,
and stirred in our churning bodies the doubt
there might be other pickings, other paths.
We surrounded him and tore his throat out.
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Swep-Lovitt's avatar
came back to say that you've told me the story of a tribe. there's no place for me to enter the poem, to interact, to feel what you're feeling. you've given a talk, for us to listen.