4. Turing

I know not since when
I haven't eaten;
Not slept, nor wept,
Nor smiled.

I remember being cleansed
First with feminine hormones,
Then by cyanide,
So that I may be cast
Into an iconic God in granite,
Upon a park-side bench -
Gazing steadily into Enigma
Trying to appear erudite
With Newton's falling apple in my palm
Or was it Snow white's?

3. Intent II

Oh I have read those poems
That make sorrows
Greater than they are.
No these poems will be cheerful -
Like watching naked,
Or may be at best diaper-clad
Babies clutching the edge
Of the living room teapoy
Trying to stand.

2. Heartless

Oh you motherless poor children
Let me bury you all tonight
For seeing you thus unattended
Makes me unbearably sad.

1. Intent

In this play you will be Beatrice
And I will be Dante.
And I will rewrite La Vita Nouva.