Pity has no place in love
or so I thought,
till Pity came
and staked a claim
on our land.

Pity had no place in love
till you convulsed
from the effort of lying down,
and our land fell
stunned, mute, empty
a sudden desert
where our homestead once stood.

and Pity’s claim?
a humble spring
a quiet watering
at home
in this wasteland.

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