Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a
thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she
said.
His muscles they were numbered and his style was
obsolete.
"O baby, I have come too late." She knelt beside
his feet.
"I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to
come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in
love."
And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lost
Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the
view
with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, "I'll make a place between my legs,
I'll show you solitude."
He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon
She took his much admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind
She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine --
"This mental space is occupied and everything is
mine."
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| He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never
coming back."
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky
dance,
she mocked his female fashions and his working-class
moustache.
The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get
a woman's education but he's not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some
boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body
joy.
So the great affair is over but whoever would have
guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply
unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that
far.
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that
far.
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that
far.
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