A Spirit Pure

It hurt so much it robbed her soul,

and drove her cross the line


The men she knew, the men she loved,

the pain thought once sublime


The last man in, the last man out,

now done with men for good


Her passion torn, her body raped,

a woman she now took


She lived her life on foreign lands,

with mirrors that denounce


She washed the staining from her hands,

returning count for count


And when she died the parson said,

upon this somber day


“A spirit pure but torn in half

—the best part cast away”


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)



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