B.C.
Borderline civilizations
are where they feel
compelled to cover up
hatred and the blood
with words and laws
and the electric chair.
I bought true love
On e-bay, only
To have it lost in the mail.
I wish I had insured it.
But am glad, in some way,
that it could not be insured.
In the mire of uncertainty,
Of particle and wave,
Only this, alone, is real:
I am your willing slave.
And thro’ all life’s sorrows,
In certitude of pain,
You remind me that rainbows
Always follow upon rain.
I thought you a star
Fallen from the sky
Not some lowly meteor
Found inside a crater.
But your heart turned out
To be made from stone
I wished, you streaked ‘cross
The sky, leaving me with less.
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