May your sharp teeth
crunch no fellow's marrow bones.
Feast instead upon purple plums,
tongue tumbling pulp,
nectar staining lips, gums:
Joyous libation.

May your clenched fist
hammer no bruising blow.
Prefer it always to grasp green stalks,
raising high soft bloom,
white iris petals:
Cascading canopy.

May your raised voice
screech no damnations, no eternal curses.
Come vesper time,
lift hymns sweet and soft,
no peaceful slumber to disturb:
Universe harmonious.