Drama

Morte

While loud masses reach my separated life,
I claim a single grain for you.

My importance is nakedness before it.

So, as horses meet and jest in the forest
On ground stolen by men in this house,

Lambs do feed the fame of many epistles, bringing
This painful peace.

Now you may laugh with your family
Without drawing the small-hearted.

As lakes reek, this ultimate year,
Please lift me, for Asherah near.