Ossonhe Poem by Richard George

I was a dwarf, cast out.
The Amazon sobbed to me her secrets.

She drew me to peccaries,
the despised, mere hides and meat.
With fruits I knelt to gather
I disarmed murderous blood.
Where seeds fell in their dung there grew new trees.

When hunters struck I gave them vent for tears.
In return they protected me
with dagger-fangs, and the siren of their sulphur.

When I died they ate me.
I was glad.

In spirit I emerged
through the bravest boar's back like a noxious mushroom.
Fireflies of ether spored from my fingers.

The tusks we face are chainsaws.
Astride my snarling mount
I conduct our rank cavalry into battle.

When you see my sparks, be afraid.