This disgrace of civilization
All the loathsome nonsense
Under the cloak of war
I wrote poems
Engaged my deepest feelings
Urging me on toward zipless *****
To swallow the poison
Drop by drop
Assurance of our own worthiness to exist
The moral support,
The encouragement,
The relief
The sense of loneliness
These thorns held me tight
I would rather be torn to shreds
Holding heaven in my hands.
To conquer my ugliness of distinction
In this world of dogma...

Gypsy