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Walk in the skins of the dead
in their feathers and furs
with wolves in the lead
into the black and brown forest,
we masters of language and fire,
upright and savage
with instincts of eons,
hungry for magic,
violent over-sized brains
programmed to do the wrong thing,
thinking ourselves
in a new age,
the sun low and brief,
the whole day a twilight.
