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Heir

Tables heaped with meat

and fruit. Plates laden

with roasted juice and what lies

leaking it. He grabs a fist

of serviceberries and purples

his lips. At the last

she lay blue and bloated

as a frog’s upturned belly

in the moat. His reign

stoppered in her. All the sapphires

and gilt. All the chalices

ensanguined. He commands

snowbanks of ermine

to line the crypt. Guard hairs

glistering, ensiform. Murmur

of underfur. An avalanche

to keep them warm.