(poem fragment)

[hogofheaven]

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In which he pursues the kindly ones

III: vengeful destruction

For the same cause that
he later chased her,
Tisiphone kissed him
on a Saturday night.

Not the furtive grasp
of an obscure alley;
not the caustic lips or
lash-out mouth.

Neither the honed edge of
contempt, a cultivated blade he
watched, an avid
Osric.

It was the look: quick-
drawn, aimed and cast like
lead, irrevocable, toward
the enemy.

Animal gaze of pain and
holy vengeance,
ecstatic, hollow, seething
with wounded might.