Pony Payroll Bones talkin Wilderness
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
Wilderness
Retract
Retrace
Reciprocal
The native land was
Born
With monsters
The native land will
Death
With monsters
When I wash my hands
In the roar of the river
They vanish
When I wash your hands
in the roar of the river
They also vanish.
A dog runs
Out of the dark emerald woods
It has no face
My teeth are sharp.
The sun is one
Fierce shadow shouting with
Sunbeams clawing.
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