Accidents or Cruelty
The beautiful are cruel and are hard;
As lovely as the slashing crescent fang
A tiger shows with sabre-teeth; leave scarred
Reminders of our love, a ghostly pang
When we have only memories of nights.
The beautiful are brutal and severe
With those of us at worship’s altar heights.
The lovely ones control us from their sphere
And work their harsh wills heartlessly with nods
And slights, with tiniest of gestures, or
With crushing force. A smile is like the gods
With Hades’ power. They cause the pure to whore.
Occasionally they do not mean to hurt.
….Their savageness is whim, a careless flirt.