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Welded to the bulging curve
arches the animal’s back

meek and wide-eyed at the union
By hand and slip

unhesitating hand with
metamorphic greatness.

A nightmarish wedding.

Like a babe, Peruvian angel
white-creviced
plucked straight from the tomb.

The deer’s eyes are the hunter’s eyes
sharing that blackware-stare
right back into a
Pre-Columbian peace.

No jaguar or panther seizes you
you limber thing
conjoined with your placid master’s skin

Instead of claws
pale hands

reach down into the
place of death.

-Lika