by Eben Gerin


Two α-chains, two β-chains, four ferrous rings,
one heterotetramer cradling eight inspired Os.

Where atmospheres reverse, you awaken;
meteor ablaze in a planet’s embrace.

Your losses fuel my distal imaginings,
stoke the capillary beds of my fingers and eyes.

Shepherd of soluble flames, you were born in my bones,
and for all of your life you will orbit my heart.