Fear and Trembling-Interment


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Interment

Adrienne J. Odasso

Livid spirit, they chased you
through trees, swift as deer, down the dark.

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Livid spirit, they chased you
through trees, swift as deer, down the dark.
What you clutched close in your arms,

to your armor, slowed you over
to stopping. You hid by day
in caves, they say, where you took

tools of iron and stone, and wrote
of your coming death. It loomed high
in the branches, the sky, and snow

covered your tracks—until dawn
appeared, you prayed and sought
a place, a hill, a grave to love

those words as you had loved them
into life. One morning, soldiers
caught you, bound you, found your arms

empty. "Lay on," you said, "brothers
of mine. You are forgiven."
The snow covered their tracks,

your blood, the darts in their backs.