“once burnished”

copper halls of bark,
wolf home – stalk
metallic heartbeats
through undergrowth,
rusted, all broken pale
shades of blue and red.

“Burnt”

It hurts, burning sense
onto the page like lovers
hoping the copper’ll hold
this time, this time.
It burns, hurting thoughts
with ink touches like hands
stained with transcription
of lives you’d rather not
live.