Six years old,
youngest of the demon’s servants,
didn’t cry when the king
roused her after the demon’s death;
nor when, an hour...
When you are done with wizardry,
when each breath wearies you:
choose your ground;
consider the ways of water,
of root, branch...
The splintered scrape of broken bone,
forced to and fro across sharp stone.
No one to see, no one to care
how slowly died the...
Permit him to pirouette,
spinning as you paint.
Capture his contrasts.
Hammered heat, hidden ice.
Sketch his expression,
capricious...
Remember the gravity of his crime,
why the Sun sentenced him
to this far orbit.
Do not listen to his pleas.
Stop up your ears...
If he should question you,
answer without trepidation:
Pluto does not gossip.
He will keep his promises.
His views on the Kuiper...
