Romance (Poem)
Poetry — Romance That cat I killed last night (The aftermath of rage spent on you) Lay stiff, cast off, When I hastened back to you. It thought the journey safe; My fierce beam Caught it starry eyed Captured with the light. The act was quick and sudden; Painless was my wake. How unlike this kind deed Is our romance. We bite and tear As love unwinds to lust. Dragging our wants Through alleys of guilt. We’ll bear our hate In silent stares. Towards this cruel culmination We cart our long affair. — John Coyne (Ethiopia 1962-64)
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Jim Wolter
John, The Ethiopian Lion still roars in you! Well done.