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Wendigo Blues
 
i went on the Wild Hunt
clothed in hides
& sculled my howls
& with zooid allies
 
we were piercer & fang
the harmony perforated & sang us
in an industrial suburb where they make lunar surfaces
 
from the guitar's penetralia
i bit the busker's hand
that had fed me
 
draggled strings
so the chords
starved cacophony
 
ringing in my ear
or the distortion
a carcass of chewed notes
 
wool&joints&rippedthroats
 
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