Be Damned Poem by Roman Tunkel

Be damned that very hour,
Be damned that very minute
When grieve like solemn tower
Had me engolfed within it.

When I felt numb and ill,
Incapable of sound,
And when the time stood still
To turn the years around.

And when the autumn leaf
Slid down like a tear
To weep that No you breathed,
Our hearts no longer near…

Be damned that very hour,
Be damned that very minute
When grieve like solemn tower
Had me engolfed within it.

1978