you are the last word
for glory
but i am the first for
all beyond the pale;
an altruist death
honored to be the despair of the leaden—
i made haste with ache once again
to be the ribs of yours
a solemn eulogy from
the chauvinists' cabin
having ridiculed the grace to
have me by you
yet i am from its arms;
the murdering of intimacy
