Dagger-like and Sword-like Will Notwithstanding
The tears do not comply with lines in skin.
They course along outside the ditches, rude
Though silent in belligerence. These thin
Trails cannot hold the pain when it is skewed
Away from tracks that time has dug. Besides,
The sufferers do not attempt to guide
The urgent mess. Emotions have their tides
Like oceans know. An agony will stride
Around a face unless a Brutus curbs
It or a Portia finds the strength to stab
Her once spread thigh. A rush of tears perturbs
The brazen face of courage. Feelings grab
Despite the wife’s or man’s control. The salt
Will have its way beyond the lack of fault.