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Shooting the Natives
You frame me
into this photograph
say again, “one more”
catch even my dark feet
bare soles worn as old tires.
A survivor of heat and dust
for more than a thousand years
I can afford nothing
but to show a kind welcome to you
hiding behind that rifle of a lens
nervously clicking off shots.
As if you face a tiger
about to leap for your throat
Many Years of Prayer
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