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The romance languages
have always disappointed me
for I imagined them love poems
and the letters of your requition

but the engineers have been here too
flattening honesty with their hammers
and in these mornings of my mouth
only nails in velvet come

leaving me the construction
for a song unsung
as from my lips the joists of nothing said
see me miserable with their architect

(lessons learnt well
in the heart’s technical school
provide no useful things
these days later in life).