i burn in love’s hell
where billions are driven
in circles without end, and
they know it.
i pray to my love
equally burning,
beheaded and all.
she carries the faces
whose names have been given.
a scary old porter
hands down the sods
to poorly dressed dancers
and hungry old men.
downward they go,
into the tumbler, screaming
for mercy but mercy’s in jersey
giving a show.
now love’s hell can be
a shell and i know you can cook
up y’r poems better than me
but here’s what you see:
all of your faces
and all of your names
all have been written
in one single book
so one day for sure,
you’ll all end up like me.
rev. dv@CAU
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