Book of Gaigemon IV

Man, of grace it has ended

Above, the keeper suspended

In wait of waist to reborn a world

From boy to this—the trees in grief

For snakes unborn, its skin, a girl.

*

The boy, his mask, the alter

The boy, his mask, the charcoal

Rolled in stalk, want of girl

For talk of blessed the whirl

of corn, he comes

Carrying feed and a mouth

of world in want of girl.

*

I chanted, I want, into the belly of a frog

I chanted, I want, into the belly of a frog

I woke up his tongue, I woke up

I woke up alone, I woke up

Nothing I want, his tongue, his gut,

I killed I want, then flew.

*

It’s name, its skin, I chanted again

To mouth the killed into the living—

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