“107. You don’t have to be Richard the Third” in “Musing”
107.
You don’t have to be Richard the Third
To have night terrors: the wound of guilt,
Hurt, death calls on all of us, even those
Who seem to believe the advertising.
What shadows cut our minds at night
And shake our days with the sweet heat
Of hidden ice? Hell is here, not just
For monsters and fallen angels. It haunts
The light on the fields, the trenches of then
And now. The tyrants there and within threaten
The good we were born to. Slogans
Are hidden tales, various as our desires.
Perhaps there’s a history of love without Sade
And Richard’s rape of Anne in the Abbey.
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