dear mary,

oh mary you've not only slit my legs,

you've left me here to moan in the dark,
you've spent my love on your hair,
you've drawn me like a louse,
I've been everywhere with you

simply enough you've lied to me,
raised me from the dead just to kill me

and forgiveness,
what is that how do I love thee, let me make the ways hard and obtuse, make them full of canals, make them like Moses made a river of blood.