Honour them-

This is the commandment:

It kills me.

I will honour them

Though I fragment

They must not see

I am struck.

It would break their hearts,

So I must lie!

Truly mine is ill luck

To play such different parts

Allow my soul to die

Better than this fractured pain.

I am not allowed to scream

For they would then hear

Why could not the same have been body and brain?

That is my fondest dream

Never mind. Let drip the tear.