Four songs

Visions

I wrote a song of love.
We’ve seen it all before,
the idle lovers said,
demanding more.

I wrote a song of strife.
The soldier on his crutch
said, what do you know?
And I confessed, not much.

And then I wrote the horrors.
But the dying said:
such thoughts you twisted into words!
Yet there are bigger horrors
in our beds.

I wrote a song for you.
And we all stood agape
as raindrops wet our tongues
and filled the cracks in our skin.

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