-one innocent-
seems i've already
written the preface
to your story
about watching the
angels fly after
my body as
it scattered from
heaven into the
starving bellies of
distant enough wolves
three nights ahead
i was dreaming
of you kissing
me just softly
between my eyes
and of children
chasing a lamb
around the silence
of a grave
how the stanzas foreclose the radius of that final circle. and how.
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