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16 Gher the Hound I woke in bloody sheets, the bandages undone, the body’s dream of pain unwound; the torn flesh gapes, and yellow curds of fat uprisen from the maw swell pale. Sweet fat that makes the curve of arm round lovely, that forms the turn of calf and lush of thigh. Now blood runs red as blessing, cleans the wounds. what flows away I was walking in the high meadow, parting waves of insects in wild grass. The voice said lie down here and be done with wandering. My thoughts were philandering like bees. I was transparent, safe as a maiden in the garden. No maiden is safe in the garden. The animal came upon me and I fought, and beat at its head and neck, went for its eyes, as red as if his shot out eyes bled bright and blood exploded in his skull. Claws ripped my arms and nerves shot up like flames on a screen. Dog’s breath on my face, sick with my own blood on his tongue, I fought. I held. So once we owned dominion. 17 And yes, the fruit turns into a bird and flies away. The flower becomes a bee. I am a woman, and I would not be meat for the dead. Lie down here and be done with wandering for the kingdom is at hand. ...

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