Your Threnody

You have done nothing
for others
for over two years

Your sworn word-burns
scald all – lovers’ lies
marking your rum time

of pulling stitched truth apart –
almost mounting it –
as if pinned butterfly wings

You have cruelly removed
hand-rubbed angel humps
from your whipping boy’s back

Your milk-souring kisses
off your offered-up mouth
leave a caustic residue

of almost almond sweetness
off your cheap red lipstick
smeared on sagged cheeks

Multiple ugly marriages
stiffen your dearests –
they do not want honesty – truth at last