there are no mirrors in this house
the walls are blank
and so her spouse
her eyes reflect
like molten spheres
her dark neglect
her sudden fears
laid out in sets
like coal black tears
to come
as is her way
she turns her head
her children play
the flowers are dead
their twiggy stems
have strewn her bed
like alpha dread
when all is said
and done
there’s nothing left
to say or do
we’re all bereft
the children too
the stars have wept
the moon has set
the end is yet
to come
