he time you called to him
To straighten me out
And the look of gloating
You showed me after
He had vanquished the vanquished.
That you could say mine, mine
He’s all mine
That you could say years later
I feel it’s for me to carry on his name
And place me in some neutered space
In your pasture for the invisible.
That you could say that.
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