abuser song #9: the true
Posted: September 7th, 2007, 11:20 am
You never wore the low-caste honor—loathed
with earthworm eyes enslaved to humus clapped
beneath abusers’ costly footwear, pissed
with ornamental flies about your stench
that, just as baby-saints are underscored
by cherubs, lined your worth. No, you were loved.
It’s difficult for me to know in you
the person other than my Loved: the true.
But I don’t love you now; and I’ve removed
my gracious adoration—you’re abhorred
and not my heathen deity. To wrench
my love was but to show your worth dismissed
and I don’t love you now. You’re newly wrapped
in truths you never were—and lowly clothed.
with earthworm eyes enslaved to humus clapped
beneath abusers’ costly footwear, pissed
with ornamental flies about your stench
that, just as baby-saints are underscored
by cherubs, lined your worth. No, you were loved.
It’s difficult for me to know in you
the person other than my Loved: the true.
But I don’t love you now; and I’ve removed
my gracious adoration—you’re abhorred
and not my heathen deity. To wrench
my love was but to show your worth dismissed
and I don’t love you now. You’re newly wrapped
in truths you never were—and lowly clothed.