Leontes and Procris


I batter myself against your edges
and break in two:
perfect halves spitting sparks.
I watch myself crumble and fall
under the spear you cast.
I’ve created my own perfect pain,
You recoil at the smear you made
And I stare balefully back at
the hounds at your heels,
the unyielding rock below,
the diamond angles covered in cloud.