The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.

Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every [bad word] or crater
Carrying cloud. Death strikes their house.

Too late in the wrong rain
 [bad word] together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.