The Bride
DAVID DONNELL LONGSTRETH
An anonymous bouquet
Raised a longing in the bride
Beckoning everyone in for the good news, that
No one has any good reason to live
Tears of laughter did pervade
Your ambivalent betrayer
Where was your diamond engaged that an instant
Could be written over like a page
In a dead book, yeah
Whose cascading empathy
Could really reach beyond tomorrow
And when the dinner chime
When the clarion calls
Won't be anyone listening at all
