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"The Feet on the Head."

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"It is always good to have feet
on the head, my Taita says,

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so your footsteps
shall never go blind."

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This one's called "I Did Not
Say Anything, Just Thought."

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"Those feathers that the
Taita carries on his head

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made me think about the
death of the guacamayo bird.

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The Taita that ambled ahead
of me approached me and said--

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I did not kill it.

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I found it in the place
of the singing birds.

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It was my offering to acquire
the power of divining.

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Then he walked away."

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"Calyx."

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This is my own poem.

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"Kneeling before the altar of
your hands you close your eyes

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and listen to wooden
sunbeams splinter dirt floors

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into peninsulas of
ice, each crackle--

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a fissure blooming
dove wings fluttering

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past the stone on which
you sharpened your teeth,

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as if cornering
the wolves snarling

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when you asked to leave your
hair bandaged would shut

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windows open to green
pastures and plume your palm

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with brown skin.

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Amber barn light flashes
upon orange rinds worming

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through the cow's
skull, ivory read

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columns of smoke
followed by silk curtains

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billow from our
eyelids, scattering snow

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over the cliff edge, we know for
some reason, reason was here.

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The night, our corn fields
glittering backdrop,

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splatters the wind chill and
we are flung back towards dust,

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our minds forked with spilled
ink tasting like turtle blood

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under our hushed bodies.

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How do I describe her daubing
my face with a cornhusk?"

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