Simpler

Finite fallen warriors are much simpler than the love
we wish we held inside, but do not see.
The dead can be resized to suit ambition,
will please your latest Ursuror,
can better mask the fear that spins our dreams.


Immortal love will bear no other name;
uncontained, is never set aside;
cannot become a thing,
will never reconcile exchange
for any night.