today when the grass
flattened like downed geese
under the onslaught
of a demon wind, I drew
your missing heart
in the vacated space.
.
the dipped shoulder of love
the torn artery bleeding
into my waiting hand
.
then fed that liquid
back to the soul you stole
(my own)
.
evening dropped the wind
so grass stood up in
the space between my prayers.
your bloodless hands wilted
under darkness, cooling the heat
of vengeance.

