The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 9 / Phillip Neal Tippin
The eunuch runes of our time
Spell ruin and the rise of barren ties
Ways of saying
What you’ve done
While the others undressed for bed
The ginkgo became sick upon the lawn.
Deserve the derision
In which I dwell, wishing
To cleanse the thoughts
By which I’m held in you.
Take myself out of my love