‘Butcher’s Psalm’

Your call—

a wolf’s bay

cracking the sky’s

brittle skull,

splintering crystal coffins

I’ve mortared round my ribs

with a mute despair, too often.

That bellow’s a storm of sound,

clawing at raw hems of my flesh,

demanding I feel it,

demanding the fire grows.

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