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.
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