Bright blade of blood sunk in red skin
Whence came you to this place?
Sprung from the earth with burning face
Checkerboard harlequin.

Great coils surround you, yet within
Constricting pressure, tiny space
Bright blade of blood sunk in red skin.
Whence came you to this place

Dark angel with the unknown sin?
Marked on your heart the slightest trace
Of love unknown—no mother’s lace
To dry the tears upon your chin,
Bright blade of blood sunk in red skin.

(This poem celebrates Antwan’s victory over the snake that attacked Abeba, Adama’s granddaughter, the day after Antwan appeared before the elders and sparred with Nakara and Amadi. It is the day after he woke up from his sickness and fever when he first arrived in the village of Oonan.

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