In wayward soul,

the crimson blood my solace

At duty’s measure, I alone

  must dwell:

Confined to death’s lament

And hearing brethren,

Away from us, O death.

Emily Isaacson

And sin, cannot its bearings place

Upon the confines of

  duty’s well-kept mires, the dark

Hath thou no figment

That finds in us a home.

Emily Isaacson