My poetry wants you to love me
And maybe this is wrong.
There is always a story
Underneath the song.
They say there is a crime
Behind every care,
They say that hidden blood
Is on all we eat and wear.
Unchanging love
Changes love that went before.
Fewer words mark the poem—
The story’s always more.
It’s nobody’s business
What this poem says to you,
With its effort to be pretty,
And its secret for the Jew.
