Monday, December 27, 2010

Reconciled with a jackal

That night beneath the howling moon

you blew my heart away.

Shotgun sawn-off, smoking,

you blew it away – the smoke.

I had a heart before it failed me,

I had one that was once true,

and yet you bared white fangs

and came upon me like a wolf.

Have I harmed you in a life long past

that you should hurt me once again?

Or is this sweet mess your heart's desire,

the half to your broken soul?

Beneath the howling moon I wailed,

I cried and sobbed and lost my faith.

And beneath the shine in your silver pelt,

you said goodbye without a kiss.

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