Amelia,
They’ve found another way
To push the needle into the hay
To carve what they won’t say
Into your skin.
Amelia,
They’ve cocked the gun, and eaten the key
They digest iron with their enmity
And they’ve decided to abandon me
To you
Amelia,
They have photocopied the sonogram
It reminds them to torment those sinners and damned
I’ve resorted to iron barricades to remain who I am
With you
Amelia,
Their jangling tune of hatred
Flying over and under our love nest
These medieval songs of clanging protest
Are directed at you
Amelia,
I am not scared
Of course I always cared
When we are married I will dare all
For you
Its just, Amelia -
This letter of scarlet red
Was sliced into my chest by my kindred
I don’t want the child to be born in this soup of hatred
Do you?
