How Quickly Love

Deceive me, heart
and weep as if the world
will pity what we've lost.

How vulnerable are the stars
whose eyes cut out, whose
feet are bleeding.  Now

who will feed them?

And the frozen wolf
whose silver hair a nest
of ice and mud, compare

his hunger to our love,
the cold, the fear, the constant
hunting.  How quickly

he grabs the throat
and kills.

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