Marriage
A bright day getting brighter--
The hairpin lost and found
Beneath a creased rump
The toaster screwed--
We go for a walk in silly sunlight Life ends in death
Roses wilt in summer heat
Scorched snatches of a faraway song
Wrap themselves around a tired oak
Spatter down from spangled leaves
To bird-shit I and my husband He had it right, old Otway
When he wrought on a summer day:
Why should a foolish Marriage Vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decayed.
We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could:
'Till our love was lov'd out in us both:
But, our Marriage is death when the Pleasure is fled:
'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath. The day and the sun smile
And shimmy on the headstone
Of our shallow marriage grave--
Rages and fears, my dears,
Or tears--dancing motes sing
By speckled bark of tree--
Hear me clear, will get you nowhere!
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