Relentless by Pris Campbell of Poetic Inspirations

Relentless

No love deserves such punishment.
Our marriage grows into an aging buffalo,
its meat blown dry by the chilled northern winds, picked clean by small skittering birds until the very heart of it is gone.
Its bones scatter and tumble, some
to be carried off by laughing wolves
or displayed in a museum at Graceland
for future lovers to frown upon,
scoff,
'that'll not be us'. They're unable to see
the winds already building like a tornado
to their north. They can't fathom they need
shelter from that relentless moon,
already spinning its Pole dance
in anticipation of killing hunts yet to come.