#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..

My one and only!
Your last letter says:
"My head is throbbing,
my heart is stunned!"
You say:
"If they hang you,
if I lose you,
I'll die!"
You'll live, my dear--
my memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind.
Of course you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart:
in the twentieth century
grief lasts
at most a year.

Death--
a body swinging from a rope.
My heart ...