Families Loathe Fervor
A scarlet man, his most important parts
Cut deep, cut off, his throat and windpipe cut,
His manliness removed: his corpse imparts
The scarlet truth of love. His eyes would shut
Before the blood goes hard like crimson. He
Has her beside him. They are now one blood
But not through boredom’s marriage. He and she
Are stuck together, red that glue. No flood
Can separate them now. No river bans
Caresses gone, red sacrament that wives
And husbands never share. The priestly banns
Forbid these two, the passion of their lives.
Her throat is slit as well. The wedding white
Is dirt to her beneath the moon’s blank light.
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