You had nothing to give
but your skin
and your touch
and your love
and so the men who came to you
they must have come to you
for your skin
and your touch
and your love
and they came
and they came
and they came
and you gave
and you gave
and you gave
and they took
and they took
and they took
and then they left
and they left
and they left
one after another
until this last bad bastard stuck
this slicer
this scalper
this seven-bladed murderer
who numbed your skin
and froze your touch
took love away from you
and you away from love
and left the rest you loved
and who loved you
with nothing
nothing
but a fading echo
of your love.
***
Dave Lordan