Time is, time was,
time's past -
as a
serpent's egg, these maids!
Who weaves her thread with
bonespriced above their proper value?
More at your request than to please myself
I tire in the mid-day
heat, without hands -
a mere
anatomy.
There is never an easy way for what I am willing to keep
or for what our bones desire.
Que descansen en paz!
Key her up and throw away the lock.