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A SONNET FOR MY BROTHERRJ HERVEY
Oh my brother—you whom I once loved--
how cruel is fate to steal you away in the prime of youth, while hot cheeks still blush and hot tempers still hold sway. But what of me, little brother? To die is a selfish thing, even worse that in so doing you have left me to abide with my many fetid sins. Though I was once proud of your persistence I now find myself perched upon this sward dodging the gaze of your Lord’s omniscience as your blood the ground absorbs. Am I my brother’s keeper? Am I my brother’s keeper? 27 |