Fear & Co.

I do not do, I shall not do
You service any longer: You
In whom I have lived
Like a Foot in a Shoe
With an immortal infant
That cankered and grew.

I've swallowed you, Father,
My core rots you smooth.
Fidelity crumbles
And blackens like berries in bloom.

Ach, as you do, I do not do
and shall not cleave myself for you.
O love; O my great fool: et tu?