Short Lost Lovewife Poems

A Family Visit

Your prison is a tomb,
 A vaulted, marble room
Where your wan spirit lives,
Denied the peace death gives.

And now your spirit goes
In shrouded coffin clothes
Across the headstones for
Your brother’s portal door.

His new wife sees you clear
And screams. “He’s here, he’s here!”
Your former wife was her
And he, your murderer.