“Salacious Pardon” by Ingrid Westberg

Salacious pardon caught, in a misers dream,

Resist, for I know not what to do
with spies and crumpets, divine.

Victory is yours my Agamemnon
Agony feels aimless, and beautiful,

Press against my wounds of cankerous
rights of passage, burning like a stars memory,

For beneath the moon I cry for you,
as I always have.