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[The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top]

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.
Blood—blood and torn grass—
Had marked the rise of his agony—
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.
A canoe with flashing paddle
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: “John!”
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.