Orion’s Hound: a poem by Alysse Aallyn

This messenger ticks –
Impatient watch –
Anxious to be set going.

Some new clean thing lurks
Along the border of
Imagining.

My
Severing fire of
Intent cuts your leash.

Be off! Don’t
Rely on me; we’ll select
What we want from

Who we are. You hunt
And I’ll imagine.
Only.

Such loyalty outlasts
The stinking viscera
Of self.