los muertos tanka sequence
the dead
gather missing limbs
and tear
at the human heart
they know its fragrance, and love it
I know
the smoke of my own breath
and who I am
my pulse, the kisses,
the feeling of health
gather missing limbs
and tear
at the human heart
they know its fragrance, and love it
I know
the smoke of my own breath
and who I am
my pulse, the kisses,
the feeling of health
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