Brave the world plant a seed be placed first
grant a key her flame burned the wood for
all the world to see...that's me.
Relight the flame fire roars so high a log of passion
runs through the sun and that sea of life does drown
in my sky.
All along she knows quite well a kitchen cook full
of books my stomach dwells upon your palm our
belly full of babies that you kept for me up all night..
Why did you not tell me..instead you left one to die.
Never buried with the ground...where is he now..
Volume stays her eye some music plays me soft
and I on my back,
the muscles groan and Clapton I missed that time..
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He is in your heart, safe iip! A most difficult poem for the reader to digest, a release of grief for the writer... the final lines, express excrutiation so extraordinarily well, it winds the reader. A fine write, on a rubbish wife. Hug from tAi