Last month
when you tore Herrick's throat out
I supposed that you crossed a line,
may've had to leave Windsor Terrace
stay with your cousin in Blighty
until the heat cooled off.
But then not, and then one
took Siegfried's sanguine life
from two throat holes and so revealed that
he'd been dead for a long time,
since 1800 something some said
and though fabulously well-connected
not well loved. But a philanthropist
who took a gay lover
and loved him better
into penury, threadbare, for the ages.
