The butcher and his wife
are at it again, in the other room—
he with the knives, and she with the axe;
throwing blades and parrying arguments
over dinner by candlelight; the air blooms
sweet with murder and carved chicken,
the smell wafts through your room;
brings you to your knees, in silent supplication—
for a truce to end all hostilities,
for a truce to end your duties;
you hate bloody morning clean-ups
with the pail and the mop
you hate hickey marks and early morning hugs;
kisses that go sour, at dinner by candlelight
6 comments:
I like the sense of humor at the end.
@ niel - open naman for interpretation ang poym e, but sa akin personally the end is high drama.. haha!
i remember the movie Revolutionary Road. simply riveting. =)
Your last lines are always a killer.
They leave me with a double edged knife still pierced right where it hurts the most.
@ gravity - wow, riveting! hehehe, first time ko makatanggap ng ganyang description. tenks. :) and to compare it to revolutionary road, well its truly an honor. :)
@ retro manila - comments like this make my heartbeat skip for a bit.. in a good way. :) a very good way, actually, like seeing your love for the first time.
And that my friend is what poetry's all about.
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