SALISBURY PERSPECTIVES POEM 21

The heat of the day has cooled and the night air is soothing. The day is long and there is little relent from the heat, but it is of a different quality, no longer shimmering and oppressive.

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“O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm that flies in the night in the howling storm has found out thy bed of crimson joy, and his dark secret love does thy life destroy.” William Blake

Dishevelled

Parting ways is not hard,

For our love was superficial,

Desperate and clinging,

Our only hope a fiction.

My body is rounded,

Yours is hard like a nut,

Smooth and slick to water,

Punishing in its nature.

The neatness compounded,

Its steely mass weighted,

For destruction and conquer,

Is too hard to bear.

Dishevelled I do not know,

Time or space or life itself,

I know only you and I,

Force against matter and I die.

“That mortal is a fool who destroys a city, its temples, its tombs, and the precincts of the dead, making them a waste. He will be destroyed himself.” Euripides