Obscurity

Do you insist on bothering me
With all of your stupidity?
If not, shut up and get lost
I have more important people to alienate
To force into hatred, to judge my soul

I'm not so obscure
As that I missed your death
I placed your coffin
In my bosom, My heart
Is beating an ancient warcry

© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved