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Villanelle: No Curse Worse Than the Place and Name You Inherit To Hate
Villanelle: No Curse Worse Than the Place and Name You Inherit To Hate
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Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014
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