For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning After.”

Abandonment is the great evil.
The great desolation.
The orphans wail around the crooked side streets,
sticking it to anyone.

Fuck everyone.

Abandonment is the great legacy
of an over-reaching generation.
The fail safe abortion of the master race,
the jotted notes in Durkheim's margins,
the full and uncompromising force of
God.

Abandoned by the one you love.
Abandoned by the one who loved.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
asks the holy orphan.

Love everyone.

Except:
Abandonment does not permit your love.
The great desolation.
The true night.
Abandonment is the great evil.
The full stop that follows and hollows the Word made flesh.

I see the convoy pull away,
and briefly in their mirrors,
peacekeepers catch a glimpse of sharpened blades
glinting in the sun.

Now you may never talk to me of love.