He injures
And
He bandages fingers
And
He feeds the pestilent winter’s
And
He pleads before death’s harbinger’s

To,
“Spare some
Lively air come
Summer. I swear
To take good care
And never slumber
Or lower my stare
At another drummer’s
Heartbeat as we ensnare—
Pulsing ever brighter together
Like the stars of a unison pair.”