David X Novak
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Stillborn Delivery


Something has died, then:
Let it rot.
So say we tried. Then
What a lot

Of wasted effort,
Time’s expense,
Without—love severed--
Recompense.

You go your way, and
I’ll go mine,
You’ll be okay and
I’ll be fine.

To hell with every
Thing we had,
Stillborn delivery
Wrong and bad.