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Christine Klocek-Lim



Early Man Was Hunted By Birds


Early man was hunted by birds
Now grass does not stick to us,
does not stain our skin with green ink.
Our feet do not run from birds.
We are weighed down at the corners
with shoes, old and worn at the heels,
unyielding as a steel knot on the ankle.
Some are broken from the waxed
sawing of laces, the insistent weaving
of a double knot. Many are scuffed
from driving to places that have no wind
because the walls do not allow it.
Every day some will be thrown out.
Perhaps in time the grass will bury
these thousands of empty feet,
will pave the mound with green,
and birds will hunt the mice
that hide in empty sockets.




Copyright (C) Christine Klocek-Lim, 2006. All rights reserved.

 
 
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