Here's the other one that has a song inside of it.
Sometimes, poets can hear a rhythm in their head
when they're writing.
And in this case, I heard an actual melody in my head.
It's called "Love Song for a War God."
"Every part of you contains a secret language.
Your hands and feet detail what you've done.
Your appetite is great.
And like the sea, you constantly advance lunge after lunge.
Unlike my brother sleeping in his chair,
you do not take reality with ease.
Your pain builds up its body like a cloud,
rotating a collage of hard debris.
Oh, teacher, we have learned that all men's tears are not
created equal.
We were wrong to offer flames to quell your fires.
Still, I must dismember you inside this song.
Your mouth's dark cave awaits victory's kiss.
Blood is the lid your calm eyes never lift."