Tea and Lack of Sympathy
I took a sip of Earl Grey. I took
A step and death came back. The thought of you
Produced a fishhook in my tongue. I shook
The silver free. It helped that you loved blue
Surroundings for those pupils in the eyes
Of women, of the ones you married, then divorced,
And then abandoned in your grave. Their thighs
You left behind regretfully. They coursed
In kilowatts, there in your heart and brain,
When death struck in a lightning bolt and fused
Your erstwhile wives to one last blue-eyed stain.
You drown in it and now you float accused.
..The wives were only three you left to pine.
….You loved blue eyes in women but not mine.
