One Love And Self Poem by James McLain

Was she cruel and sudden white bright death?
How never have you,
since the first comes always last!
Purpled headed peireced a nail this path is lost your innocence.
Wherein could this be and guilty thou he be she is.
Except that from a drop, is suckled forth from thee?
You thou tempest be, and sayest that thou want it naught?
Within thyself, outside of men there off about nor me.
The weaker light grows brighter here for all of us to see.
If It tis true of stouter men, then learn how false thou fearest not thou be.
When justis leaves and such is honor, meeker may I be.
And when you wield it all and call her name for me?
Will you see at all and taste the memory of it all?
And when I lay upon that bed and fleeting goes, comes life
when night took lite from me and darkness leaves.