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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kate Falvey

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Altar with Open Jaws

There isn't much.

Remorse drags its bitten paw
through an unforgiving snow,
the trap unsprung and glinting,
and then the traverse over the raw
flecks of evening, ruddy
with night coming on.

It isn't the struggle I mind.
It's the never arriving in one piece.