Cover my anguish with your tears
ashen with grief
The trollop queen cannot betray the tower you see
Nor can she release that which
she sought to imprison
Gargle down the sour mash and swallow siftly
for time is only slowed by your hesitant song
Gag fast and do it hard for it is
a swift release from this brittle cliff
Let it pass as a hot knife in sour butter
and it will be done; yes: it will be done.
For neither mighty nor feeble hold
riches grand enough to bid
the Reaper wait a second more
till he suffers your head to roll.
Alexander Pena
Copyright ©2002 Alexander Pena
written: August 21, 2002 1:04am
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