the soft mood
the cockfight fire
I shrink from happiness as I do from horror,
while still craving the intensity of extremes.
There is no witchcraft cure, no person
unchanged by the constellations.
the long-held hurt
the herd dream
and the tender gesture
Taking back the tyrannizing void
the genius ache
and the doldrum eve
There is no faith that can be won by force
and no telling what
my heart is willing to die for,
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Tuck Magazine” March 2015
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