I stroke the dark
with the hand behind my back
We have a deal
In the sun my face turns
to face those who turn
to face me they are unsure
of the dark that lays a hand upon their shoulder
making its presence ever so gently known
more gently than I
with my one free hand
Making deals
strong but busy
rocking the cradle
holding the knife
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