I Am The Slotted Man Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton
I Am The Slotted Man
I am the slotted man,
with trees on his head.
Whilst the bird sings,
i stare at the sky.
With the tribe,
and the knive,
He not good fellow!
What art you thee?
My wilde eskimo childe.
In the Nile.
The slotted man is a clam,
The tribunal not exam
Lest exclan mest, Ahan.
Let them spear your thoughts,
with silver rapid paper.
Est Mar Zild.
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