A Cargo of Green Hearts
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the tiger with the cripple
foot is not the enemy. they say he wants to destroy the boy unwind the sticky string of his entrails across the jungle's dappled carpet then reel them back into his orange mouth. they say the boy will kill the tiger instead with some sharp ingenuity as if by killing a tiger a boy could still be a boy and all cruelty would cease. no. in my story there is no death and no edge the metaphors never concluding but if you followed them you'd find the boy and the tiger both moving deeper into the jungle where the trees thicken like the fingers of dreams and bells of consciousness drop their clappers. horizon's vice seems to press the two together: is that boy riding tiger? is that tiger wearing the face of boy? shall you follow and find out if it is true: the lies people tell about revenge and redemption and how they unravel the deeper into the interstices of the trees you wander until the dim stars themselves wink and laugh at you one by one before snuffing themselves on the matte of infinite space leaving you alone in the dark with the sound of the tiger's breathing and the relentless thump of your own mind? Comments are closed.
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