All the love I’ve ever known has been quiet.

real love

woe to you

Woe to you and your blistering few,

who scavenge the scavengers and steal from the stealer’s.

Woe to you and your besightful teeth,

in rage they curl upward and scratch at the gums.

Woe to you and your misery men,

snuffing out candles and setting alight the trees.