Her Name
She’d pull the sun from the sky if it shone too bright
Drain the oceans purely out of malice and spite
Commission a fortress devoid of day's light
Simply to evade any quarrelsome plight
Spineless slights have left her little hands bare
Compelling her to face the world's ghastly glare
She does not harbour the hubris to preach of fair
Nevertheless please do humour her final gasp for air
Announce her guilt with little sorrow for sins of folklore
Her thoughts expunged embrace a more silent score
Why leave the girl festering out here a barren sore
The summer's harvest now rotted to the core
A heart seeking truth will decay all the same
So spare her a grave for heaven seeks her name
It's in the charge now of saints to stake their claim
Before the earth absorbs her mawkish mortal shame
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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