Oh, lover, you have aimed at my heart, left me
To howl like a beast caught in a hunter’s trap.
Crushed from the weight of hopelessness
I feel
Bones smashed, flesh torn, my body broken,
Broken by lovemaking that does not heal.
My arms are
Outstretched, empty, craving your embrace
Yet you’ll not come
I cannot escape from abyss to find passage to your heart
My movements futile labor, all measures a step back
To the backwoods
Backwoods sequester me, wild nature grows round me:
I see clouds rush, shadows appear, an umbra obstructs sunlight
Yes, home; and I hear the wind lash upon the weeds
I speak to you
I speak to you
Of love
You, a phantom now. Only my echo sounds your reply,
A whispering of my own words, filtered, distorted:
Beast
Beast
Nest in your trap, gnaw raw your wounds, the hunter
The hunter left these woods.
