Good and Proper
Above all else
He wanted her
Yes
He wanted her
To love him
Not the way she
Loved orphans
Though
Like those she
Found begging
Draped in the
Faded flags of
Nations
Long defeated
Oh’ how he
Wanted her to
Want him
And shed tears
Like those she
Often shed
For the fallen
And the beaten
Aye above all else
He wanted her
To love him
Yes to love him
Good and proper
Not like those
Song birds
She loved
Forced to fall from
Italian skies
Like those that litter
Ancient plazas
Hungry for a
Private blessing
But good and proper