Remembrance Of Brutality

Against my windows, In which I am imprisoned? The progression of that hour, The disturbed eyes rise, Battered and venerable, And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain, A woman, darkhaired, in stained jeans, She can always tell... Let no man be so proud, To think he is allowed, Like a blade, Must strike me down... And should I then presume? And how should I begin? I should have been a pair of ragged claws, My blood approves, Wholly to be a fool, Dear girl, How I was crazy how I cried when I heard-- --your voice... Floating hands were laid upon me... And I suddenly felt dizzy, Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear... The darkest evening of the year... I think I know enough of hate! Would it have been worth while... To have bitten off the matter with a smile..? - ©Jacqui