Victor Coleman

                  do that."

                  --Jack Spicer

I want to be reprieved
Like Macheath I live
Beneath the World.
Our love will flourish there
Choral angels affected by Hubris.

Reducing the Bride to a victim
Of the Melody of Voices
And the Harmony of Pain.
Her body is the seat of all their plans
The bold refutation of a plethora of one-night stands.

Tears cross the cheeks of Her bachelors
As the torture of wanting her wells.

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