neither noise nor fuss

there are no words for how we sank 
beneath the weight of what we lost 
or how we wandered into lands 
that know no price, yet bear all cost 

there are no words, no tune, no song 
for love that right that went that wrong, 
or how, with neither noise nor fuss, 
the earth awoke, and 

swallowed us

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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