C25 TWENTY FIVE

To Throw Away the Dearest Thing

ROSE

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it; he died

As one that had been studied in his death,

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

As 'twere a careless trifle.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth

AROUND ME, WOLVES lay wounded, turning human as their powers failed them. Rainbow, for she will never be Mother to me again, turned and swore at Blake