• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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M A Canter

I grow from the rock
like a stalagmite.
They dress me to
hide their fear.

I grew eternal
they grow mortal.

They dress me
while they are here
to hide their fear.

I am the rock , the sky , the white hills
I accept their fragile benediction of red fox
I do not fear them.