Love Dirge

Love Dirge

-LA Clark

 

You are only the man I make you

Your will is small and futile

The ground you walk on dies each day

You make a wife your pupil.

I turn you, twist you all about

You see not from where I stand

Blood thickens your veins

Hate walks you by the hand.

Behave, you child

Smile, try, just a grin

Leave time alone, alive,

Let love die behind the curtain.

Yours is not this place to stay

Who belongs to you or him

Slow down your heart, your lips

It is now time to stop, not begin.

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