Burn the Bodies
“BURN THE BODIES”
Shakespeare’s The Merchant
of Venice: act 2, scene 9.
“Thus hath the candle singed
the moth.”
you were born for me and
I for you.
with eyes that meet and words
so few, let the difference of
years be the spark that
starts the flame.
let the moths die,
let the flame rage and
in this silent admiration,
let me love you without
knowing you.
stare at me from across your
home, let me stare at you
from across your home, let me
find in you what I’ve lost in
all others before you.
find in me what you’ve never
been shown.
together, we can love one
another and walk happily into
the same fate that comes for
us all:
death.
By: Chicano Eddie
10-3-2016
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