Shaking the head from
side to side, arms
moving, hanging as the
sign of pride,
mouth
wide open
to eat the
red meat
in the jungle,
in the heat.
But I am
not animal,
move,
discontinuous, on
two remote
feet. Then
it spoke, then
hair grew, and eyes,
and I
forgot me -
self - oh
no, oh not
(they say)
this like
an animal
he eats, and looks
like an animal
at us. It
spoke. Who
said it
could not, who
did not know.
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