If what caress’d our souls would burn instead,
Would our purity be still, cold, and dead?
How would a man behave to water’s poison,
Coiling and boiling as a nourishment
That resembles Hell in an Earthly skin?
If what reviled the shadows torched our flesh,
Would death be sugared in the eyes of Man;
Or, as nature echoes, will life’s own mesh
Absolve all rationality from where’t began?
If houses hunted families at night,
The world would soon forget the hor’rous glint
For satin comfort and nug’tory light.
If what cursed us now before left us bless’d,
Our souls would burn insteph being caress’d.