A Story
She sets her self calm watching her husband die.
The clock turns its last full swing at midnight but no way
can its run stop the wife from wailing and whining and crying low
by her husband's side. She sits at his side with such suppressed calm
that those who know her by mere name may have judged her act true
and after her last living breath took his last live breathing she just closed
her eyes, put around her arms the pale,
cold body of her man and, with no sign
of force, almost spontaneous even, took the nearest, most
sharp object near her, then, calmly, as if walking out
a door, slit her left wrist and died
The clock turns its last full swing at midnight but no way
can its run stop the wife from wailing and whining and crying low
by her husband's side. She sits at his side with such suppressed calm
that those who know her by mere name may have judged her act true
and after her last living breath took his last live breathing she just closed
her eyes, put around her arms the pale,
cold body of her man and, with no sign
of force, almost spontaneous even, took the nearest, most
sharp object near her, then, calmly, as if walking out
a door, slit her left wrist and died
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