What would You call me - I who hurt Thee so grievously -
I who wound thee so mortally? Call me Sir Fatal-Shot.

What would I give Thee? With what would I part?
Have my torn and bleeding heart. Call me Sir Living-Clot

Not recompense enough for You Who purchased at cost so dear?
Take what little is left of my soul. Here. Call me Sir Robot.

Battered and beaten; truly of all love bereft -
For indeed there's nothing left. Call me Sir All-I've-Got

Not even close to satisfactory for Thy pains?
Well nothing else remains. Call me Sir All-For-Naught

Yet wondrously nothing more is required
I . . . by You acquired. Call me Sir Already-Bought -

What would I name myself? I for whom You have cried?
I who opened Thy heart and side? Call me Sir Lance-a-Lot.

Fall 2000