It is time to set to work
To do some cleaning of dirty things
Things that reek of fermented hate
To sweep the floor of rotten apples and
Canker sores


No worries, my Dear
We will make easy work of the burning
Of bridges
Our bridge is all we need, and we can
Fly or swim if our bridge is crossed by
Double-crossers

There is no need to need the flat-lining
Approval
So limited, so thin, it may be broken with a
Single breath
Save your breath for me, My Love
You may fill my heart by way of my mouth

Rest easy, My Love
I will do the work if you are tired
I will make you tea and smooth golden blankets
Over chilled bones
You rest easy, I will make easy work of lighting the match
That matches us and burns them
I promise, my Love
Christopher John Mazey