The Hollow Command

How silly the man,
demanding that
the love he gives, 

to be returned in equal measure.  

Like Shylock,

with his contract,

It's what was on the paper, he says,

It's what was on the paper. 

Hollow is this order,

For consequence of failure,

Of  covenant not upheld,

When hearts wandered uncontrolled,

From one whose own shame,

was mortared brick by brick.

Go little angel,

To where your heart is happy,

You cannot be ordered to love,

You have changed,

your not the same,

like the river you walk through,

The waters rush on.

-s-