Vengeance

revenge

Jennifer Healy

I gather dry leaves

In the pockets of unattached wounds

Remorse is the flint

Of a presumptuous nostalgia

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In the winter of requital

I hold the catatonic embryos

Of my former acquisitions

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To whom do I chain this beast

This beast that lumbers within

The collapsible furnace

Of my indefensible heart?