Twisted Religion

Twisted Religion

I have pretended long, in loyalty. I had a childhood hurt for five harsh years, I let it wound my good fragility And over decades I’ve shed many tears And sometimes wished that I were wholly free Of faith because it was to me all fears,   Unhappiness and,...

The First Anniversary

Less passionate, the long war throws Its burning thorn about all men, Caught in one grief, we share one wound, And cry one dialect of pain. We have forgot who fired the house, Whose easy mischief spilt first blood; Under one roof we lie; The fault no longer...