Your Other World

How sweet,

lament–

a satisfying

sigh

like from

the lips

of an animal,

stalked then wounded,

life leaving it,

but also leaving

with life,

not into a

netherworld,

But Your

other world,

mirrored in

the once-goodness

of all we once had,

like a fawn in dewed

grass,

waiting for what's

next.