Stranger
By craig2
A fawn jerks its head in terror, rabbits scatter, shudder with mice under damp rocks; Conversation has come to the forest, the clothed-one will appear. Blessed with arbitrariness, language, Godlike power to command, accomplish - able to destroy, rationalize,reaffirm what he has inherited, all preserving love and the odor of the slaughterhouse. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Jan 17 2002 09:36 AM PST 0 • 9
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"A fawn jerks ..."