Poetry vault: Fatale

Moderation, schmoderation​

By Zach Hively

Anything will kill you,
eventually.
Sunlight, oxygen,
arsenic and uranium
in the water.
Heartbeats wear the heart out.

Anything, that is,
but pleasure,
too much joy,
love, gratitude
for this chance
to burn poison for fuel

and become,
for a while,
a wondrous beast
of delight
and
awe.