When “hurt” is a euphemism 

last night I talked 

To one of the many victims 

Of your perfidy 

People who lost 

Because you chose evil

Faithful in small things 

Has always formed the acronym

I use for this well of anger

For when children (very young)

Are hunted prey in the 

House

I left without you

Even heaven could be 

An old broken-down house

As long as Love

Made a fortress out of

Hard-won pillows.

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