Juliet

[fahye]

Step one: the soothing circle of the gun,
circumference of something-small-times-pi,
pressed into temple's niche. Here ends step one.
(Remember this; you'll need it by and by.)
Step two: a love whose hot and rabid flame,
whose ev'ry arcane kiss, each stifled moan,
will make the poets name (what's in a name?)
you misadventured - pitied - overthrown.
Step three: remove from heat and stir in rage
and calumny. Sobs tear apart your breath.
And then (please see step one) your empty cage;
your star-cross'd fate. His face is calm in death.
No birds, no doves the blast will agitate
(too early to be heard, and found too -

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