She screams like a banshee,
voicing her wind-whipped sorrow
Howls of pain, rage claw their way
from her throat with cholla thorns
She funnels the ground in desperate agony
against herself, against nature
She wails a death song, a love song;
Life music, blood music
And then she's gone
in a swirl of rainhair and teeth and claws
Disappeared as soon and silently
as she came.

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