Sonnet - 40 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

If my Last Verse be that Wounds offended
Just as Tears shred this Son a Father's Place
As Freedom cried a Man's Form amended
And wipe Cosmetics for a Leaner Face
Smooth as where Pure Reverends should Apply
Which Gods empower for the Titans heal
His Prince - Denied - with their Crosses do Sigh
Shall when Subpoena act my Fate so Steal
Channelling across when Penitents turn
And ask when their Moutheries Sour remain
At least for Nonce our Fine Dainties adjourn
By now this Vajra strike my Sense refrain.
All that will Be - Friends tie Families a-like
Which Haemoglobes form burst Sugar incite.