High overhead, they have always circled:
\nravens, vultures, Angels\u2014who knew
\nwhat they were? But he always heard
\nthe ravening cry drifting above the edges
\nof days and dreams. Child and man he knew this.<\/p>\n
Still he prowled the savanna, feasting on
\nhis rivals until the savanna was his, and
\nall the gleaming females in the heat were
\nhis harem, eager to accept his kingdom.
\nAnd still the creatures circled overhead,
\ndays and nights. Child and man he knew this.<\/p>\n
At last, to complete his grip on the kingdom,
\nhe pledged one gleaming female who bore his
\nperfect cubs. And he and she were happy until he
\ncrept on his belly to the gleaming females in heat.
\nThen overhead dark voices filled the skies with
\nhis depravity. Every child and man and woman knew it.<\/p>\n
The ravening winged creatures swooped in wildly,
\ntalons ripping; they drank the blood in his cheeks
\nbefore it fell; their thirst would know no end:
\nthey tore his flesh, screamed his sin until
\nhe fled the peace on the savanna, for his shame
\nwas endless. Child and man he knew this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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