Animal Mission
In the beginning there was promise.
We lived together in harmony,
In the beginning there was promise.
We lived together in harmony,
When the black bearskin hung from the tree
like a rug drying on the clothesline,
the hunter recounted how he started an incision,
cut upward to the head,
stopped at the mouth’s corners.
A rooster crowed at the first
strike of light, awaking the stone
child who held her own