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Within the simple heartbeat prowls a spell
Which hunts a tender cage in which to dwell
To resonate its richness: share its thrall
And claw dank loneliness from chosen voids.

It is a predator, and rest assured
Creature for which we pine is just as fell
As any carnivore of which they tell: 
For mercy not in repertoire at all.

It strikes in seedy club and idyll dell
And tears internal organs, hope smoke-cured,
From bloody carcases as once it buoyed
Such viscera on optimistic swell.

It’s not that beast will drag all hearts to hell;
It merely rings for “self” that last death knell.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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