Prince of the Blood

Q:

What storm is it
that keeps me listening —
molecular, mythic
unintelligibly dear?*

*Never an answer from
the stubborn dead.

A:

I wish that for one moment I could:

1. relax, weep, be myself

2. forgive, know better, win, undo

3. love properly, keep secrets

4. stop the bleeding

5. forget or overcome

Q:

how to go on
knowing nothing
of what will happen

A:

If I buried you in the fields
I know best, starred with grasses,
they would yield no rest.

You are loud and sweet-pithed
setting meadows afire,
too angry to be dead as such.

Chloe Stopa-Hunt

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