Her great alone
her little pillow for the dead
   her winter warm as blood

—its darkest empty
          its hunger

Time did not appear long to her
for she walked as far as the sky
             is blue
   as far as the mercy
          of deer

Full of gladness
she wished for a moment
of laughter

   licking at her clothes
with its red tongue

She laughed until her death

The above poem is an erasure of Margaret Hunt's 1884 translation of “The Twelve Brothers” from Household Tales by the Brothers Grimm.