Thirty-four Years of Marriage

The curtain comes down fast. I see it,
Sharp along its lower edge, a guillotine.
That's how it seems. The drugs had
Brought me out of darkness. To the
West, a sinking sun was playing over
Ranks of trees and fields of soybeans.
I was getting nicely drunk out on the
Deck...but then the Little Woman loomed,
And all was wrong. She told me so,
Her twisted face the catalyst which
Served to counteract the drugs, and
Quash the light. The darkness came
Again, and I, not on the stage, no, never
Acting, more a prop, looked up to gauge
The guillotine. I'd rather have it fall
On me, I'd rather see the drama end,
Than have the Little Woman work her
Will and wreck what's left of me. Let
The curtain fall, and make it fast.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-16 at 02:36

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