the gods wanted you back.

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HUNTRESS

Come, blunt your spear with us,

our pace is hot

and our bare heels

in the heel-prints—

we stand tense—do you see—

are you already beaten

by the chase?

We lead the pace

for the wind on the hills,

the low hill is spattered

with loose earth—

our feet cut into the crust

as with spears.

We climbed the ploughed land,

dragged the seed from the clefts,

broke the clods with our heels,

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