Shadows ogre

over paddocks slow-loping,

darkening pasture into Guadalupe*-      abate.

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Lupine steeds nostril fresh scent,

the drift-net wet foretelling death, for certes

Death is Life's intended.

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Grins gorged with red tongues, say yes,

rough tongues that loll and drip anticipation -

not long to wait... not

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long to wait.

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*Arabic for wolf valley