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My Human Disguise.
I live the burden of burgeoning life,
Beginning with dropping petals and seeds,
Ending with fruit and grain cleaved by the knife.
I live the engendering of my wife,
Though she hides from me in her stitched weeds,
Ever running and climbing, though gravid,
And when I catch her, laughing and avid.
I live the flight of kestrel and songbird,
Balance murderous capture and escape,
And keep the wolf from reducing the herd.
Sometimes they must settle for mouse or grape.
I live the rain’s basting the sun’s burning
My life until the last day’s turning
Changes all I’ve grown to ripened yearning.
