It sleeps within
the baby beast
awaiting its own appetite
I will not feed it blood I love
as was taken from my soul
spouted forth from severed vein
to stain my life with shame
Should it wake
the baby beast
eager to try its teeth
I shall cut it out of my heart
and let the meat be wasted
Better to go to early frost
than do as you did to me
~~~
© W.R.R. 9/7/1997
