Heart of Hurts

To shock and sack,

to pillage a hut, to turn a nest in a shack.

Know I shed my red stuff
true,

Know in my heart of hurts

I do not hurt but rejoyce,

with no pause, in no case

concerned - such a

foolhardy that is,

to dream and discover,

sowing and singing

relentless my favourite words

the name, the cradle,

early spring and the attire -

pitch black and green

Halvhari