.  LOATHE TO LEAVE YOU TO YOUR DEATH  When you are no good,  when you are fodder,  when your ground is soiled,  when the precious child leaves you  without looking back,  when your truth is falsified  by terror and death,  when all doors are ashes  and all walls are deaf,  when your breath tastes like iron,  when you will never know a day  without some sort of aching,  you are beautiful  o my loves  as tears are,  comely as the first holy snow.  ## 