Chapter 42
Nine bean rows in Xanadu
By Rory Cullers
Emily heard a fly buzz –
But I heard denials, epithets, and cries.
And how should I begin?
I’m nobody – who are you?
Slumber sealed my spirit
And led me to decree
The building of my own Xanadu
Girdles ‘round with walls and towers
So that In the Beginning
There will be only my Innisfree
Where bees hum
And linnets sing
People will glitter when they walk
And none shall wait for light or curse the bread
I shall have peace there.
But one calm summer night,
He went home and put a bullet through her head.
Mock on, mock on. ‘Twas all in vain.
