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king crimson'dan;
with quill and silver knife
she carved a poison pen
wrote to her lover's wife:
"your husband's seed has fed my flesh".
as if a leper's face
that tainted letter graced
the wife with choke-stone throat
ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.
impaled on nails of ice
and raked with emerald fire
the wife with soul of snow
with steady hands begins to write:
"i'm still, i need no life
to serve on boys and men
what's mine was yours is dead
i take my leave of mortal flesh"
