Have you been a member of the Tribes of the Cassée?

 

Have you been a member of the Tribes of the Cassée?

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a seductive crimson arrow shot from Eros golden bow

The Moon

Mankind and all the Milky Way

Knows

When that crimson arrow hits

Your once well-planned path

Will split

And all the famous harmonies of poetry

Will lament at your door

Like falling Winters leaves

As you walk in its low country

And if you're really lucky,

You'll be hit by an arrow 

That never falls out

And makes you bleed

But if unlucky 

Doomed to fall out and grieve 

But in mournful lips

There is an exquisite gift

A new taste of a dark sensation 

A greatness to express a new world outlook 

From a tear filled Nation 

So fear not if Love's crimson arrow takes you down like an Eagle from the Sky

Your new gift to write from experience in any form

Or in a well-written book 

Might console someone new 

To the Tribes of the Cassée

To help them as their soul cries and grieves

Like someone 

Who graciously 

Once wrote this to me

When I was a lost member of the Tribes of Hemoglobinopathy

For love is a disease of the blood

And when you're broken

You'll need someone strong to lean on 

To help you walk out of its deep mud

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

(Cassée - Broken)

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