Though there were three of us,
I was chosen to be un-chosen.
The symbols and signs at birth,
high branches climbing low twigs
shade the forest so that smaller
creatures are blinded, live
in the dirt instead of sky.
Once was a heart that lived
outside of its body; every night
the windy chill froze the muscle;
in the heat of day, sunlight
set it on fire. Till one day
the wolves took pity and tore it
apart. They marched off single-file;
stomachs filled with heart.