Golden Heart
By Anonymous
Golden heart once crowned with bay, now tattered;
Chilis whose colors betray not the peppery tang
Of deceit
In all its wondrous varieties.
My heart did long
For the laurel,
Spurned the threat of
Shredding.
Their taste hangs on my tongue
As do the seeds of your crime.
Crush the chilis;
Bite down.
The crime will
Surge from tongue
To crown.
A taste of cloves,
A taste of laurel,
A taste of death,
Yet your heart did gather unto itself
The leavings of laurel fallen along the pathway,
Where you led astray.
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