*Poetry — December 1, 2022
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I keep mistaking saints for satellites, fainting
at the scent of self-
immolation. Would you rise above
fatigue if I fed your animal
my tomb? The camel is used
by man in Asia, parts, and North
Africa. Yak, water buffalo,
mule, me. So I lay down
this life. Some dogs make it
possible to travel fast
over snow. When this fortress would
cast another to her knees,
perfection having failed.
In good health, the elephant
knows no heaviness. Next chapter:
Lunch: dry bread.
at the scent of self-
immolation. Would you rise above
fatigue if I fed your animal
my tomb? The camel is used
by man in Asia, parts, and North
Africa. Yak, water buffalo,
mule, me. So I lay down
this life. Some dogs make it
possible to travel fast
over snow. When this fortress would
cast another to her knees,
perfection having failed.
In good health, the elephant
knows no heaviness. Next chapter:
Lunch: dry bread.
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 10. View full issue & more.