Handing Over The Gun

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Title:     Handing Over The Gun
Author: Edward Powys Mathers [More Titles by Mathers]

Kill me if you will not love me.
Here are flints;
Ram down the heavy bullet, little leopard,
On the black powder.

Only you must not shoot me through the head,
Nor touch my heart;
Because my head is full of the ways of you
And my heart is dead.

Song of Syria.

[The end]
Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Handing Over The Gun

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