Villanelle For the Death of Archery
There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know
Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know
I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
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