I weep for her. John weeps.
Our minds fracture into
search parties. Hunting
on beyond six days
& seven nights, we fear
as she fears. If we are not
to find her, give us a caverned
corpse, a limb, a scatter
of bones to make a cairn of.
We know how strong preys
on strong, how the strike
the wound, the play
plays out, memory of each
mouse, spells of defiance
attempts at escape, casual
buffets & final blow. Like
her namesake, she’s taken
too young. We know
she fought. We travel far
lifelong. We are never done.
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