Should I commend you on the right to bare arms, 

 and protect yourself against your brother.

And will you slay the one who crosses your path of privacy.

The worth is not to suck the breath

out of a body that lay still, and never to twitch again.

Or will you take the seven brides,

and the choice to be faithful to one,

and the rest of, six promises to keep.

You are the soul of creation and sacrifice,

but recognition knows the identity of ignorance and shame.