Her silence

Silence, her silence led straight
Into the bar of justice, tied by guilt
Stronger than fetters in an air
Tight cave painted in mercy.
I only heard but had nothing
Passing through the pipe for response.

Nothing because I have been weighed
Even to be lighter than a feather
And have found no plea in that
But a quick haste of what
Needed to be done for this soul
Who unworthy had made itself
Only worthy to be destroyed.

What has never been written
What has never been imagined
Could be done by him to her
She whom he claimed he loved
Allowed her alone to fathoms within
To the catcalls of bats without
Who like vampires her blood will suck,

Clouds from the south
My dry and dirty hill blow
And even not lack
Her gentle dew before dusk
Nor the showers before dawn.
Oh easterlies blow along her hot coast!
And my shame away will drive
Without a halt till I can face her again
… have solely cherished and fancied
And have woefully betrayed and defied

Calmly as she let out in words
What should have torn me
To pieces like an angry claw,
What should have blinded on sight;
Without rage without malice, out came
Its floating sound me to calm:
It’s done, she said
As the fumes that have up welled within
Because of a misguided lips
Around an enemy in a friends cloth.

His feet he has deepened in her pool
His clothes dripping off its soaked water
While will no longer she- her mind
To swim again, to change
Let alone with him.