To Walt Whitman in response to As I Ponder’d in Silence.
i
your muse was wrong
your phantom lied
we do not write of war at all
we write of love
we write of love!
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of war
the love of death as all must fall
we write of love
the love of death
we write of love and nothing more
ii
we write of love
the love of death
the love of war since all crusade
we write of love
the love of war
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of loss
the love of pain since all betray
we write of love
the love of pain
we write of love and nothing more
iii
we write of love
the love of pain
the love of loss since all will bruise
we write of love
the love of loss
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of sex
the love of touch that all will lose
we write of love
the love of touch
we write of love and nothing more
iv
we write of love
the love of touch
the love of sex that we require
we write of love
the love of sex
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of God
the love of Love that all desire
we write of love
the love of Love
we write of love and nothing more
v
we write of love
the love of Love
the love of God since all have sinned
we write of love
the love of God
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of want
the love of need we all pretend
we write of love
the love of need
we write of love and nothing more
vi
we write of love
the love of need
the love of want since all are numb
we write of love
the love of want
we write of love and nothing more
we write of love
the love of sin
the love of self since all succumb
we write of love
the love of self
we write of love and nothing more
vii
we write of love
the love of self
the love of sin since all will fall
we write of love
the love of sin
we write of love and nothing more
your phantom lied
your muse was wrong
we do not write of war at all
we write of love
we write of love!
we write of love and nothing more
