My soul is eviscerated & hanging to the slaughterhouse wall, but

you don't care, my darling/ you don't care at all/ the pieces of

Humpty Dumpty cover the floor/ I gather the shattered shell, but

my efforts to glue them together come to naught/ the shell just crumbles in

my fingers into dust/ the more I try to fix him, the more futility rules/ soon

I am beset by hobgobbolins, ghosts & ghouls & surrounded by a

chorus of mad fools/ they see what I try to do/ they mock me & laff, until

the beauty of yr image shows, & their derision becomes their jealousy, but

I'm handcuffed by futility/ the best I do is observe yr beauty & am amazed.

O darling, take me off the wall/ take me from the shattered pieces/ I shall

not wallow in them longer/ U make me better than this/ U make me

climb into the sun/ I wrap up the fire & light & bring them as a gift/ I

also bring myself for U to hold/ U make me better than I am because I

need U because I love U/ if there's something U don't have, I'll

give it to U/ if it's worthy of yr love, my darling, it's yrs,

yes, my splendour, yrs . . .

 

Fritz Hamilton