which i am not , anymore than she cares -
enough though i'd rather be thought a fool
than harm mine whose hunger's so full it tears.
So like an ancient scribe's fantasy
of flesh and blood cloaked in goddess form
or fearful practice rehearsed by proxy
i thrash demons in ways outside the norm .
If there be lives affected , be it well
for generosity freely given
might ring human hearts hocked to that long bell
with more than madness at being driven.
I cannot stop time's effect on beauty
but muse kindness for hearts of such duty .
