After the Break-Up With Him
AFTER THE BREAK-UP WITH HIM
Surplus Jack of all trades -
I should be gone -
I am master of none.
This apple garden fades :
On a cold lonely eve
Along the Neva bank, my
Running feet slowing by
Heavy thought, I grieve -
The snake-end of Eden.
Unforgiven, I missed the train,
Only two minutes too late,
I saw the swing of a gate
Slither, and me abandon
To an endless dark station,
To despair. All my hopes turned
To hell fury - a woman scorned
Like Eve without Adam, spurned.
A nightless day, a queen unthroned.
Stars are flying, music dying
Perhaps the serpent was lying.
Two half-apples on the market-stall:
Their equal parts make a single whole
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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