the girth and heft
of this heaving creature
we are
the slop after it wakes and feeds
the gouge of its ignorant claw
pawing at the threat
the thieves in us
shadowing the circle
of what is
bigger and beyond us
we are
lumbering its path with lupine growls
the pendulum swing of predator to prey
essential to our attachment
just
as the intercession of silence
between words always becomes
the merciful arms of a monstrous love
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