Lisa Brown, _An Offering for Jackals

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An Offering for Jackals
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You wandered in these desert places,
a man-god
among scorpions and scavengers.
You let them sting you, snap at your heels,
watched them with hourglass eyes...
You laid your heart on the burning sand,
a desert flower
an offering for jackals...
When you were rain, they cried for blood,
when you were an oasis
the green of your soul was too much to bear
for the lovers of the wasteland.
When you return
it will be as a sandstorm...

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Lisa Brown
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