This unforeseen waltz and the unnameable other
lover with spangled eyes and the sick epaulets
are my wildest emblem, my wildest character
shedding the trench blankets I remember fabled
from a century of cold and ice
when the war was over.
I’d been so far when the blood trials demanded,
and further to the murder and song
confined to my wizard bones.
I may murder death alone now,
and take each life to my brain eating soul.