Hemlocked Heart

The ground, it wept, it bled for You,
Who race to dethread the desperate Mend
For you, the reeds and rushes do Bend
For you, ribbons cut and patched like New
For you, pain nor payment never Due,
For you coerced the weaver to snip her End.

Greedy, gnarled, you dart to Defend
With gifts and guff what you state Untrue.
Call over the graves, posture and Fain
That each lost life was a relentless Enemy

For you, who watched without honor, Again,
For you, to grow and gain it’s left to me, I
For you, must live pinned and set by the few, the Free,
For you who long ago crossed both them and me.