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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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celebrating green mass

A mountain lion in my eye
with a rabbit in his mouth

this is exhaultation, God
dancing on my lips.

The warm blood dripping to
the crisp brown leaves beneath his feet

this is the hymn, I
sing everytime I breathe.

Suddenly he yowls,
silence is my response

this is prayer, Afternoon
growing cold and damp.

An elk stands antler shadows in my eye
with the mountain lion gone

this is mourning, God
setting with the sun.
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