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Heidy Steidlmayer
Grendel’s Mother


When the moon’s worn scutcheon
touches the flint-gray flood,
I will lave him in foxglove
and vetch until the blood
of his wretched heart heals.
Without a scar, he stood—
as the men make their way
into the quaking wood.

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