Lament, Exhortation No. 231
harbouring commandos beneath your basement stairs,
shotgun hit the hallway walls, they fall in putrid pairs.
never were the woods so dense as when you burnt them down.
tally me among the dead, and watch your daughters drown.
tender stipends, careless grace,
anger on your aging face,
follow fabric by the seam,
rip it, burn it, die and dream.
callous hand and callous heart dispel the kinder soul,
damn the knives that carved the man that time and torment stole.
harbouring an army built to allocate the bile,
vengeance unescorted, unintended, in denial.
altered ego, aging child,
deeply loving, roughly wild,
follow fabric by the seam,
cut it, stitch it, sigh and scream.
leave behind your anger, leave behind your guns and men.
sew the seams you’ve broken, be who you once were, again.
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