Come For Me
(for Jesus Correa)
Come for me
In darkness
Like all cowards
Come for me
When I am starved
And deprived of
Comfort
Come for me when
I am crazed
For want
Of a woman's lips
Come for me
When my days
Have outlasted
The portion in my
Beggar's bowl
Come for me
When I have
Watched the mongrel
Suffer in the ditch
Come for me on
Lorcas's birthday
And Akhmatova's
Wedding night
Or Bastille Day
Come for me
In my darkness
And I will show
You how
I write poetry.
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