You’ve disinherited Wonderful.
I watched you stuff that leaver’s purse
Cramming it like a hearty young hombre,
Then swagger beyond the threshold,
Down the lane, to the crossing, and
West of a warm bed,
a young floret,
a doting muse,
West, in short, of Wonderful.
I question your cause,
the fullness of your heart
the solemnity of your oath
the definition of wonderful
Is it poison or panacea?
Well, I don’t believe it — not one syllable!
Such perfidious lure
Greater lies I’ve buried before this band.
So you should know, this rite is nothing new.
And don’t wonder,
I shall remain Terpsichore,
Though no longer your Terpsichore.
You may see me flush with vulnerability
as you chase that most compelling dream,
Yet, expect unbuffered wrath.
Rock to it like a song.
Here, watch, as I sever the root of tenderness
with one terminal chop.
May it never recover to bear,