For Gwen

Where is that ground for which we fought?
What was it that you swore?
That you and I, shoulder to shoulder,
Would weather any war.

I thought you were our victory.
Not a heart-seeking knife.
We set forth out of you and me
Into our life.

Between us was an enemy.
The enemy in love
Is the poisoned root of a foul tree
That kills a grove.

Here indeed it is goodbye
"Come be by me and be my best"
I wrote and meant. But some things die
Without a last request.

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