BRANDING
My eyes lie to me and my ears are on guard.
Id is the ultimate deceiver who leaves all doors
open for invasion. I believe because I must. I am
the cattleman who does his own branding and
knows what is mine. It is the wolf who guards my
life and the sheep who tears at the flesh with docile
eyes turned upward. Who was it that laid the first
strike of the firebrand upon my hand, within my
flesh?
flesh?
