Sun Bear

There is no medicine for the man

artful romancer of time

he takes his perjury seriously

a bible of half truths 

and cunning sanity

what woman would dare to touch it?

flagrant and slow

a familiar kind of evil 

you know the world is filled 

with people doing what they love

I am the sun 

and you are only a bear

so I will not play chess with you

I will not write you a letter

there is no medicine for the good,

quietly cruel man

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Elsie May