Why Knot Design

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I HAVE KILLED MYSELF


A bullet rings through the misty morning
Burying itself within the breast
        of the strong proud buck
    The buck leaps
            into
                the
                    air
            TRYING TO CAUSE THE DEATH TO FLEE
        Then he looks…………..
            …………………….And his widened eyes shut forever
The beauty stained with red
        And I the hunter am the one who feels dead.


                        Richard Joseph Yessian II….3/14/80