Let the wells
of our love
sicken
the forest
of our refuge
flame
let the fruit
of our desire
be as dust and barren
let there be
bitterness
anew with every sun
hatred
heralded
as rain
may the cradle
of our walls falter
and the seas writhe
may the moon
be riven
and the stars blister
and whatever sang
our joy
bite its tongue in two
and wail.