Monday, 18 March 2019

She I Love

Toll the great bell that shakes the tower,
Sing dirges and requiems hour by hour,
Weep at the graveside on bended knee
   For she I love does not love me.

After years of silence and grim contempt,
Gone thin of face, with hair unkempt,
I drift on the tide like a bottle at sea
   For she I love does not love me.

My letters unanswered and e mails unread,
With no way to say what longs to be said,
I stare in a mirror and shout brutally
   That she I love does not love me.

On the far side of town she blooms like a rose,
Her suitors aflame for her hair and pert nose;
I shuffle through streets telling each dog and tree
   That she I love does not love me.

Chant absolution and incense the dead,
Bury each thought and foul word ever said;
Pay the priests to say Masses eternally
   For she I love does not love me.

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© January 2015