I came to her
one night before bed
I killed her thinking
she’d been with another instead

My wife
I slaid
And where no one could find
her body I laid

Time continues
as do all things
Then my innocent wife
came a – visiting

She would come to the meals
Which with friend I would share
She would come to my room
When with women I would care

She would come
In grief
For my green rage
had made her life brief

Her face much like the one
she wore that night
Her face filled with
innocence, pain and fright

Now too I lay dead
by my own hand
For this sin I am forbid
to la y in consecrated land

While of me
Many may know
While of my wife
there is nothing but bones

She walks these halls
wearing innocence veil
She visits the site
where my trust did fail

Nobody knows
Nobody sees
Nobody knows
But me

Fin ©
8/19/ 2000