Fafila's bear
had
had enough
of honey
jesses loosed,
no raptor
to witness
the bloodying
of that Asturian forest's floor
she
flew
back
to find
the crows at harvest,
their work
near to completion
the hunting party
salvaged what remained
for a king's burial...
offspring shed their legacies... scattered
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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