My fear of forever forgotten
My fear of sins remembered

                    Woe is me.

Look at
them gather
at the gallows.
That's entertainment.
Monkeys sell
popcorn, and do
tricks, dressed in
sailor suits.
You bought your
tickets,
Now enjoy the show.

The crowds get bigger.
Everyone loves a
good tragedy, except
the one being hanged.

Where parallels collide  
one wallowing
in the wind
one slipping from the sun
suffering in vain
swarms over the eclipse
where love
survives over pain
butterfly and moth
are best
left alone
flying in the rain.