THE LOT OF LOVE IS FORGIVEN AND TOO IT IS FORGOT

 

It is not we who shall be two

It is not one who is the woo-ing

of the flock of doves

called the rocket and flowing doll.

It is the right and wender of the full-ness of being

that makes it all the same again.

It will be heard in the markets ruin

the use of flooding chambers good and evil,

for it is wrong to be here then

and we all shall be parted by the right

of all to make it here in the webbing

of the foot and dogging of the rod,

at bottom path’d stone of judding

horror called the real way of tiny lights

and floxxen youth went and weir.

It is not new to sue for brambled pastures

the right for all to make the fastner

orpped and even in the stem of light

that is the wrong and not the right

of all to be here when it is about

time to make it to the re’mber and taint

of love across the somber tonne of want

called the able night of gaunt-made times

of life.

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017