.
On refusal to mourn the departure

Of a lover lost in the Eternal
fire

:::

after the first **** there are always others

:::::

Whatever Unenlightened people do

They **** things up

..//..

in the playground

Where high school children

Fornicate with fabricated images

Of each other

While real love drifts from

Their lives and out to the streets

To finally die

Huddled in alleyways

Amid hungry children

••

And the steady rain

Of policemen on steroids

//

It is possible to gain strength

It shall prove difficult

But it IS  possible