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i was $1.88 a pound, but for you, dug deep
into pockets for the change,
i would discover myself as a new species;
from the steppes, on horseback i came to you
bow drawn, arrow to your throat.
a fur trapper, you pet me slowly, wanting a trade.
wash your hands, i growled.
and soon my forests ripe with your fern spores
shaken from the tops of your boots, and the rains
started, unfurling the shoots i could have shot
you dead - our eyes locked,
and instead, i made you tea
with longevity ginseng. forever now, you would
remember the point,
your windpipe grateful.
โดฒ.
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identified because you carried the original
in your saddle bag, i, always there,
you believed i somehow became
when you noticed. yet i dwelt here digesting
in the stomachs of deer, bear, and medicine women -
since the dawn of time.
but now i have a name, they harvest me,
for a price - and though my purpose diverges
from my cousin, valuable get
the merchants sling me as an alternative,
competitive market, they coo.
and yes your heart races because my properties
make your blood run hot, not clear.
the profiteer versus the healer:
i hope you die, trapper. have some more.
i am here rooting. for you, my love: lick it clean.
โดฒ.
