Poem written in acrostic form revealing a secret that gave truth to the world. |
Therein lies the simplest secret To live, is but to keep it It shall not serve us all Avert the knowledge from thy tongue Adieu it from whence memory comes Undo it not before the throngs It shall not serve us all Semblances of everyday Must cloak it from the prying ones Rub the slate-preserve the way Fact, must remain their fictions Scour clean thy conscience-know Foundations Death doth build upon Subtract the work that made it so Implicit rhymes shalt not be sung It shall not serve us all Livid as thy lips might be Killing thee to spill thy truth Offering up the praises of- Free-spirited, the careless youth It shall not serve us all Indignations sure to rise- Is love the one and only prize? It shall not serve us all Born to live and live to die Most wicked then art Nature's plan Cored out the apple from the Tree Worn out the fellowship of Man It shall not serve us all Our loneliness acutely known Of secret selves we have not shown It shall not serve us all Conscience, abate, for it is well From revelations-lover's hell Friendly heart now enemy From liberty to tyranny Guess fealty-saddened thou shalt find Paramour, of other mind Hearken brethren hear the plea! It shall not serve us all Sisters, have we not wept enough? Stopped up our eyes, to cease the floods? Leapt from the heights before the fall to- Spring life into, the coming blood? Mourn nothing. It shall not serve us all. *46 lines |