To Battered Women
In Bluebeard's castle I kicked open all the windows
With a dead man by my side
Countless women, locked up asunder
Were freed when that castle crumbled
But I still had to wait out the ending
With the stench of my years of slaving
Taking the dreading, the sickening
Feeling of constantly weakening...
As if the mothers of all the men
Of such deeds understood and pitied
Their darlings or... They
Granted me a proposal and a payoff
For all the blues and the grizzly days
And I saw one day of blue skies.
Stalked yet in my dreams
Their heads kept growing--but
My one day is better than their eternity
Because I wake up and shake off
All those fearful days.
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