The Cutter

THE CUTTER. . . Ripped your heart out and cut it into pieces Threw it in the sea to be eaten by the fishes The fishes left to be caught on other shores There - filleted and cooked up in their scores Eating each fine fish - one could only remark The fish for sure leaves a quite indelible mark Then to journeys on to other countries wide I found your face in others - I could not hide How the table has turned - I am ripped apart As the cutter in you - cuts into my own heart Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)