Neville

Good and Proper

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