Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,
her memory still in place
The times she lied, the times you cried,
vacant and displaced
Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,
the pain her mission bell
Tolling far into the distance
beyond heaven—beyond hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Thanks Jim’
Bringing The Curtain Down
I offered you everything;
you took it all
Leaving me nothing
—no last curtain call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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 University: February, 2018)