Lorenzo Buford
"Horny," they said to this bull wanderer.
I am the horned one
Stalking the beast,
Wandering the streets with a blood lust
Like my mothers who nurtured me.
I go to the woods, the parks,
To a place of flowing water
And howl at the moon.
My horn carries my song
To the land of the Invisibles.
My horn carries the seed
That fertilizes fields and dark caves.
Animal spirits are constant companion.
One foot is in day-to-day life.
One foot is in the underworld.
I am mother/father
To the living and the dead.
And my horn protects,
And my horn is passion,
And my horn destroys,
And my horn is lust,
But today's man
Thinks I am a horny man
Intoxicated with intoxicated egos.
The beast is coming.
This fire is smoldering
And two horns are remembering.
NEXT: The Transformed
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