I have no great screed to pronounce


I had my raging unending hatred

of the hell we gladly make of this world


(and knowing painfully how much

my hatred adds to that hell)


and she was a castrating princess

of common mold who could not begin


to fathom such rage and lost patience

with her inability to master me


overwrought sensitivity

that had finally had enough


resentful as a goat

no there's no great screed to overblow this


just saying no love and no vow can change our natures








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