Alas! The Beloved Is Unworthy.
Dry your swampy red eyes,
slow the wheezing,
quiet that mourning, wailing sound-
alas, the beloved is unworthy.
The beloved's back is turned to your suffering,
the beloved's eyes are closed to your pain, to your love,
the beloved's ears are deaf to your pitiful cries,
the beloved's arms are full of dead, naked things,
the beloved's heart is an empty abattoir where innocents are slaughtered.
The beloved is full of gluttony while you starve in the cold.
Sprawled across the beloved's bed is a crazed, selfish lover who clings like barnacles.
So, stop crying.
Dry those beautiful eyes,
for, alas,
the beloved is unworthy.
