Prince of the Blood


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

*Never an answer from
the stubborn dead.


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


how to go on
knowing nothing
of what will happen


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