Into the shadows I go
And find you, gorgeous as your necklace
of nine hundred and ninety-nine index fingers.
All of them point at me
as the kill to complete your mission:
To return to your kingdom by returning to your king
a thousand human sacrifices.
You chase me. You swing your sword
ORCHARD OF UNKOWING
Where I run naked but for my snakeskin coat
so fast through wind I become the wind
Where the flowers — opened, closed — tell me
things have happened. Are happening. Are about to.