The Bride

An anonymous bouquet

Raised a longing in the bride

Beckoning everyone in for the good news that

No one has any good reason to live

Tears of laughter did pervade

Your ambivalent behavior

Where was your diamond engaged but an instinct

Could be written over like a page

In a dead book, yeah

Whose cascading empathy

Could really reach beyond tomorrow

And when the dinner chime

When the clarion calls

Will be anyone listening at all