The Giving
So I was given
the gift of land
the size of my cloak.
I wanted to damn
the meanness of the man.
Snakes writhed and scorpions
glistened in the dark caves
of me. But I spread
my cloak, on their reptilian
heads. I spread a shimmering
green upon them and the touch
of the cloth calmed them
and they became lost
in the plush of my green.
When I opened my eyes
my cloak was on the ground
spreading and catching
sunlight. Spreading,
and the Chieftain’s horse
reared in fright.
It spread from my feet.
It spread from my feet.
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