To a Woman of Love Across the Sea

The Woman That Captures the Finger

Every woman desires a man around her finger.

But when a man is paid enough, the second man is a ringer.

Bending the man until she breaks;

Her own broken hand is where he weeps.

The child will be a rogue, bound half to mother.

And when he takes another,

The father drowns

And the son dies in the prison cell smothered.

This was no design by fate or chance!

Just a cartoonist's idea,

Of Lancelot's lance.

To a Woman of Love Across the Sea

Once there was a woman I loved dear
But where was she when I was near

Fifteen years apart it seamed
But only four in weaver's mien

A Jewish love came to Gentiles paradise
But Gentile's bliss came not tonight

When do I find that bull of eden that raped from me
But a Garden of Eden false promise to thee

My lovely Jessica can my teeth no longer bleed for me
Pulling things from my jaw to cleanse the Arab free

What is a thing but love not wrought