My mourning wail

Hear I brayed forth this ragged shroud

to keep my body safe from might,
despite the gloaming gloom,
and fend off raiders in the night
who'd steal my single bloom.

May best be, I suss,
to invite them in
and present my flower thus
keep my keep, by surrender win

in spite, my mind won't be bowed.


Come on to me you crowing crowd

to jeer and garb
to take my salient point
and sink it deep, joint to the barb
that cerebral hosts annoint.

Hot steel and dark,
my cloak arsine.
Why not my screams do you mark.
Alone in mass, in bars no barfine.

How theif, of theft do you crew proud.


Damn your ouns to perfluities cloud

My bood reeks force
and serves animals hunger.
Take all in its course
take eye or ear or tongue or

leave them me since
worthless now they be to
all and I in out sense
my brain shade wrapped in veto

for, no fear, in death, be there allowed.