It’s us I liken to a covey.
A polar bear has breached a pup.
The palace walls are
strewn with tapestries,
and the window panes are
splintered and shattered
with a crumbled dog
on every landing,
and every stranger cowers.
The dress is torn,
the tone demanding—
the canine’s latent strength.

And would her loins
would yield a yelp,
a beating purr to steal the
time with.
Here’s where we walk
hand in hand.
O how I despise it.
O how I enjoy the light
of the first morning forever.
Wisdom, wealth tag
on like afterbirth
I will love you forever,

and if I don’t,
and if I do,
the difference exists in a
fiction.
The day has cooled,
the time will too,
and we will call upon the light.