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The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top
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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.