Who started the fire
that stalks the fields
finding the found
the hidden
the husks
brooding blood and sap
Drop and adore
the flame in a
wilderness
everything consumed
O blazing power
lying in wait
ready to leap from the ditch
bloodless and unaccounted
encompassed by the silent listener
beating the nightdark heart
pressing a cry of all you have taken,
forgotten
forgotten
what you swear
do not make
the nightingale pierce the night
set a space aside
for its plaintive rise
a cold spring in the virgin forest
welling deep hunger
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