Lest All His Love Was Involved
M
Mark Heathcote
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I'll not staunch this blood
Before it turns into sorrow.
I shall sing songs of love
Weep deeply into a pillow.
Birds couldn't make their nest
From a pile of dried bones
Nor a lion sink its teeth lest
All his love was involved.
'Go home all my daughters
This-is-only a lion's roar'.
Grinding teeth against - purrs
Gristle, bone and skin,
Don't forget; in all this,
We are kith and kin.
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