There's a simple
thrill of eloquence
in the way she sets
me up.
No more worries.
No more cares.
Her Kingdoms severed.
A lock of hair.
To the gallows, so
I go. To never waiver,
and never slow.
Mercy shows no quarter
once upon the cleaving stone.
They say my blood is passion.
So let the river know.
Glendale Morris
