by Patrick Howse28 Mar 2016
Wolves besiege us,night howls drippingwith slavered flesh.
In the light,branches lie tornfrom a tree,
beloved by birdsbeloved by me;I stuff dismembered
limbs into sacks, and sweep upthe scattered leaves.
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