| Written: OCT 7, 2003 |
Oh the most glorious coup:
Retched snatcher of gifts;
Even better is it when she takes
Something most important to you.
The death-blow insidious:
The one that leaves you
Saddened and left alone;
Around to see it’s end.
Oh horrid, beautiful mistress:
Take me to your fetid womb,
Suckle me with your putrid wealth;
And spew me forth unceremoniously.
Survived and mourning:
Shaved to the marrow, but
Filled and mended with loss;
I’ll forget you not loved one.
