They could never be you,

vulture.

light, daemon

there

you

light

and that we do not need to go through this life alone

and we do not need to overcome our guilt alone

and we do not need to dance alone

and the land will hum contentment songs

I’m excited

the way a bell must be

hey hey

little one

I see your fingers

come hold my hand

I'll help you 'cross.

Leave it with to me, I said. I’ll have a word.

Instructions for a curse.

A poem.