By Maggie Mink Date: 10 March 1998
For me, what can you . . .
now ashes to ashes . . . .
ever hope to start.
Look at my love left to waste,
where no one can get to me . . .
can take this mess apart.
You filled a world of sandbags
for a wall, your fortress,
in increments, around me anew.
See how you've really left me . . .
alone . . . sopped in grief ---
yes, paying my dues . . . .
I've come to get the key back . . . .
nice room --- tell the devil
he gave you a great view!