MicroTale #5/28: Blood & Fur

He lay his hands upon the elk to stroke the blood & fur

Of solemn step on ginger knee he kept its spirit in his chest

He lay his hands upon the vess’l, mind to feed his daughter

His ears aperk as rust’ling leaf announce a man’s arrival

Both his hands upon the elk the native knelt defenseless

His and his with rifle strapp’d were scourg’d & scourge of racial trifle

Other suns indeed had seen this man stroke natives’ blood & fur

Vanity & triv’alty make witless men to stain the earth

Now for wit and greed forgot this man would feed his daughter

Brazen lust & fear will slaughter spirit and will spirit slaughter

Their four eyes knew the savag’ry and their two minds were restless

Bow & arrow bless in hands content to stroke the blood & fur

Beauty in its time, man & native would feed their daughters

They hunted forth, kill’d four more, and kept those spirits in their chests


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