Filled with Heart

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.