The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Beware

by Dora Sigerson Shorter

BEWARE

I closed my hands upon a moth
And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings,
I found a bleeding human heart

I crushed my foot upon a worm
That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
I found a dying human soul.