His words are the river's beckoning
with wit in each note
sarcasm in every decibel
the cleverer the phrase
the further you are pulled to the water's edge
you wish to be pure of him
as flowers are pure of their meaning
but his sly melody of corruption
is the siren call of deep waters
you are left breathless in his wake
you are left gasping beneath Dane oppression
ophelia, my heart, please breathe
please find the will within you to surface
remember the flowers by the bank
remember the love beneath his words
bury it save it collect it
press a flower to your paper soul and allow time to heal you