transformative tools/

©2021 Michael Raven

after the stone arch
i ran towards the edge
knife and staff in hand
tumbling into open air to
feather burst and dive
glide and land, grounded

opening my mouth i was
devoured alive in strips
by a conspiracy howling
at the moon pale hanging
then shat, whole again
trembling in the dirt

lifted and
carried back to the bells
ringing for my homecoming
knife and staff
in hand
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