The Village Love Burned Down

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Here beneath the ruins of   The village Love burned down: Her letter wrapped in ribbons   pastel & velvet brown.   "The lawmen came with deputies   to string me up for show; There weren't any witnesses   but ...

Here beneath the ruins of

  The village Love burned down:

Her letter wrapped in ribbons

  pastel & velvet brown.

 

"The lawmen came with deputies

  to string me up for show;

There weren't any witnesses

  but money talks- you know.

 

The priest's a drunken lecher

  his fetish is the choir;

The magistrate won't set him straight

  it isn't his desire.

 

I held up in the chapel

  for two weeks at a time;

The clergy's been decaying

  they're covered up with lime.

 

The bank has called my loan

  our farm was sold for cheap...

I shot a man for gold

  I can't get any sleep.

 

The lawmen broke from chasing

  their deputies are dead-

I reached out for forgiveness

  but forgave the world instead.

 

I've no heart left for hatred

  which swarms about like flies;

You swat for half a lifetime

  to find it multiplies.

 

And how could you fear loving

  when all the loveless stray?

We stood in contrapossto

  with gestures thick as clay.

 

My pen is nearly empty

  the streets are clean and bare-

I long to soap your body

  and comb your long red hair."

 

Here beneath the ruins of

  the village Love burned down:

Her letter wrapped in ribbons

  pastel & velvet brown.

 

                                                            -L. B. Walder 

 

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