La Jalouse (verse)
Worth, Kathryn
La Jalouse Like Herod my heart goes out to kill The first-born hosts of the laurel now Lest any should be the tree to bear The leaves that might one day crown your brow. I carry a blade as Herod...
...Kathryn Worth...
...I carry a blade as Herod did...
...I would break the thing at your feet if I could, For the blood on the blade is mine, not yours...
...Sometimes when the blade has slipped my hand, A red and sinister tincture pours...
...Though you are my friend, I hunt you down...
...Like Herod, myself would be the king And wear the crown if there be any crown...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 14
