Once Torn

I have given you reason
to turn back; no one
likes himself in the past.

Even nature re-visits
itself, attentive to
the weather's cycles;

a tulip bulb sleeping
unencumbered by history.

You should have loved me.
O how you could have
loved me! Like the blade

of a knife, like a machine gun
on the battlefield.

But this is not paradise;
though the wolves are beautiful
and tender, their teeth are not

strangers to their victims
blood. Once torn, almost
always eaten.


Crafty Green Poet said...

that's beautifully haunting...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes to what crafty green poet says.