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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.
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