Unlawful Act Poem by James McLain

Upon a state, elsewhere my mind was
untoward you not,
is it a one eyed jack? ..wearing in you,
this marsh cool evincing stay, ..I can but
ask....impressions ground cups you so..
The hollow oak around, no sound pours
forth, small wing of leaves on skin is hair.
I lay gazing up, where am I, why am I here.
I answered because, only was it she, who
called me, nothing by this can I gain, it rains.
Presume long since, barley can I stand, dropps
cast off, wary silence never was ashamed to harm
in making her wants guide my hand she grabs
the sword plunging it deep, thrusting it home
her body loses nothing, mine is all but done.