How many times will I look at you?

Allured by the scent of your death

And the savage priests, to a suffering soul

Exult in a strangled song

I am soothed from anger into sorrow

As they knot their wreaths against my limbs

Help me understand the stench in my mind

Why do they impair our vision?

Can anyone taste my blood?

I have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh

Christendom rise and dress yourself

What delicious tears you've made me shed

Beloved, how many times I look at you

With suspended breath, and unguarded heart?

Like a cradled child you hold me

(With hysterical affection, to console this loss)

Beloved

Their semblance of love curses your beauty

In the blindness of my distress

In your dense black eyes

I see your silent grief