An old thing spoke to me.
Its words had followed it to the end
Faithful beyond death,
Bound by something I did not understand.
The old thing was lonely and vain,
And asked only to be admired
Now at the end of its time.
I could not oblige and so it died
Dissatisfied and unfulfilled.
I was godlike at that moment, Divine
And deadly insistent in what was mine to give
And who should live and who would not
For Love was in my hands
A bloody knot that I had tied
Considering those ridiculous wishes
That were granted at my birth
And upon living