Setanta Weeps

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Desire

Submitted: July 24, 2013

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Lying on the bed sickened by my desire
I've burned my possessions on the fool's pyre
Crammed all that I can into my gullet 
And now I cleanse my tongue with a bullet
Child decapitations and religious recitations
Bloody congratulation and sinful imitation
 
Setanta weeps at at the lack of heroism
Poetry's been eaten by the neologism
Food and sex and food and sex
Talk and text and talk and text
And none of our words seem to nourish
The meaning of them all seems to perish
 
Walk into my room and see the desire
Burning like a child on a funeral pyre
Eating itself until it is no more
Dragging my world down to the floor
But this hunger can never rest
It will not be nurtured by any breast
 
Lying here cannot sate my desire
My thoughts burn in a golden fire
All I want is love love love
But I cannot reach that lofty dove
I listen to its brilliant soft song
And I can't help but feel that something is wrong.


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