Her mother [& her sister]

Her mother [& her sister]
would hover over jewels
ploughed from my hour-
rates [designing shite] – I
lost all my values in their
eyes by diamond cuts/ I
was her mug as men dug
at deep-holes [securing]
to put a ring to witch-ish
clamour [& often snides]
& now [transpiring] crap
returns on love’s barters