I fell as dead. He pinched my ear. I rose
To sigh a word of deep withdraw. He crossed
Eyed stern. I dropped my head. I peered the frost
Underfoot forming ground into green froze.
I hugged my chill. I stiffed nipped neck in pose
Of a soured guest swallowing throat. He sauced
Cold wrath in steam burst breath, as from a glossed
In light incense streak spit aside. He shows
In one hand seven stars. He has in hold
Of second grip a no named stone. I bow
From waist down at the last. I reach palms spread
To waive my wish. He shakes. He fists the fold
Signs on knuckles. He prays a puff in vow
To keep. I close my thumbs. He falls as dead.