Perfidy
an afterthought
Meet it is I set it down: the word of humankind is shit
& meaningless withal; once Evil's rancid sweetness tasted
some will refuse aught else; so oft in secret feast illicit,
their Virtue starves & putrefies, literally wasted.
Because you would not keep your word, it helps me keep for me
my promise never ever to again so compromise my heart's defenses
made after the first waves of pain had left me empty cold & stony
looking over the overlookéd warnings brought me early by my senses
that day, that date, that moment, to see, of what cold planning, what extent
the sheer depth & breadth of your betrayal almost -- impressive -- in its scope
had not your coldly planned deceit so utterly befouled as it went
did not your easy mocking glee bereft reveal your ugliness of hope
a certain incident my heart perforce remembers as it must
to mark what possibility remains of future faith in human trust
dedicated to one no longer in my life
by a female Faust
