61. old vengeance

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 wind 

so grass stood up in the space

between my prayers.

your bloodless hands wilted

under darkness,

cooling the heat

of vengeance.