Goodbye Twenty-Two
Laura Tavolacci

You leaden fool

mottled with brass and blood,

such a mystery that you came  

to catnap in his soft pink bed,

so arrogantly you offered

a scepter steeped

in purpose skewed.  

Folded tempestuous beings,

lacking ability to go

but with abounding

capacity to stop, sent you –

and will send you, endlessly,

exploded through galaxies  

to seek out a heart

searching for leverage on life