Taste of Victory

“Choose your weapon” she said,

And so the pacifist and the activist paced twenty,

Turned and took aim.

“But how can I destroy

One who I am obligated to protect?”

The pacifist asked.

“Grow a pair!”

The activist replied.

“Now take aim.”

"If I win it will be said I am a brute”

He closed his eyes,

Taking aim at the Sun.

“If you loose

It will be said you were bested by a girl.”

She said, they fired.

“Either way I loose”

He gasped as a dove fell beside him.

Together they lay dying.

“Who will care for my vines”

He gasped.

“The grapes are my life's work.”

“They taste bitter”

She said spitting back at him,

“Dove killer!”

Regret

The stark,    stark,    voice of regret

                Cold and fierce the sweat

                      Of stark,  stark regret

            How sad,     to be lying here

              Full of stark,    stark regret

       I had my reasons.    Oh you bet!

         But none,   so strong as regret

          Once I felt warm and sublime

                        I saw not,    my duet

Now,  from where I lay,   out of time 

                  And, in such clear reflect

                  Of my stark, stark regret

          Except,

                                The stage is set

                 So this, is how I will look

              When, they come in to see

           My regret, has run out of me