Ezra Pounds on your Brother’s Grave
If you couldn’t have
me
for yourself
then you would venture for life
to destroy me.
Such a common enemy,
the man you stabbed your own back for.
Your love, a hatred to yourself.
You believed you could disappear
into your devotion for him.
Maybe God does warn of
Infatuation like this.
You ruined yourself once
to fit into him.
You’re destined to play these roles
on an infinity loop. If not in real
Life, then in your mind
as it warps and contorts to fit him.
You are not his rib.
He is not your soul.
