Loneliness is
the salve of an eager knife diving into your flesh
A repentant parishioner lost in the rose windows of a solemn cathedral
And here I stand in your sacred light
It’s the dance of ice needles sculpting a barren landscape
The wildness of a red fox captured in a leg lock trap
Twisting, turning against the cold steel jaws
Gnawing at its broken limb to be free
A howl of pain the wind lashing in its cruelty