one suspects but one cannot know
one suspects
but one cannot know
that the tongue lashings
were a broken-hearted stone
in his gullet
a plea never issued
a pain never admitted
or articulated
they say the crack of a whip
breaks the sound barrier
ten thousand miles away
at the other side of
god only knows
why the wire was so highly strung
or why its wheals never heal
hang the whip now folded into a heart
shine it with your tears
the wheals may never heal
but they should never come off your wagon
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