Ruins Upon Ruins Poem by James McLain

That both of us
hath wrought.
Into your
elegant house I walked,
by invitation only.

Whirlwinds
wild fury.

I say
we did this both.

Nought did I
so solemnly
speak
nor wish to
unfold
to thee

That which all know
have privy to see
agreed.

The birds
all there colors
fashion
still hold
yet he
himself
through peace
chose to
speak
unto me.

I know
If a child
I was
and thou
bewitched
me so
you did
then there
the right you
gave to me.

The right called
love
I spent my seed
In thee.

For untruthful
words found out
in time.

Would soon
have both us
crying.

Yet unto the two
of us through
light
we still keep
trying.

A tragedy
is not that
of which I
seek
but
simple
understanding
made upon
peace.

Estate bankrupt
as so
spoken by
you
can just as easily
be
respune again
diplomacy
in words
doth good bring.

Intertwined
the two again
saith you.

Speak the truth
pray tell to all.
It doth end well.