EPIC

            VII
 
Well, there was a brown dog
That she took as God's blessing,
Who loved her doggedly.
 
But did the man
Who should have loved
See only the changes?
 
Her frame, like a shaken home;
Her mind, its components reordered;
Her speech fragmented;
Her love constant, womanly.
 
And over all
The Observer of men
Who loved her divinely.
 






If I shouldn't go on, tell me.