8 hungry eyes watch her at dark
Tears ready for the glint of steel
Or just maybe the caveman's heel
8 hungry eyes, slop from the stork
8 still ears hear her at dark
Words of hate slip from her lips
See, in and out the knife dips
8 still ears, slops from the stork
4 beating hearts feel her at dark
The snake's hurts and fears consoled
Cubs and bearer in a hold
4 beating hearts, slops from the stork
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Shadow Ponders: Poetry For Those Asphodels
Poetry“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
