Her purity astounds
as hair stands on
end at her laughter:
sweet and scary.
unknown to us.
It is kindness that
warms our heads
with ideas of better
lives for our
savage souls.
We ruin ourselves
soaking up her
self.
Trembling,
we stampede
toward her goodness
as bugs toward inner light.
We consume her.
All that remains is
a bewildered child.
One of us now;
the crowds disperse.