Opossum Song

for sooj

run with the night

hide from the light

stitch to the dark

run to the mark

in the road where

we snare

the beloved,

the tangled departed

with our bright, sharp teeth

with our bright, sharp teeth

we dig through the ground

find what is found

eat the beloved,

the tangled departed

then run to the mark

stitched to the dark

hide from the light

run away with the night