He steps where drumbeats braid the air,
A living glyph of bone and flame;
Painted death upon his stare,
Yet pulse and breath deny the name.
Feathers crown the mortal frame,
Silver rings with ritual sound;
Each measured step recalls a claim
The earth remembers, tightly bound.
Not death, but homage does he wear—
A vow the moving body keeps:
That life, once faced with ending’s glare,
Learns deepest truth when memory leaps.
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