A WORK OF ART

She spreads her shadow

Like Knotweed

Over land

Where friendships grew

Yet they say her poetry

Is sweet

Like morning song

But the crocheted words

Laid on the page

Fall from the dominion

Of a tailor made

Twisted stitched up tongue

Dipped in the blackness

Of her gut

Polished by the bile

Of love lost

And never won

Done!

Long before you came

And Friend

One day she’ll cut you down

Like Caesar

Or have you done

Like Duncan was

Then smile at all the world

That’s looking on

And tell the fools

That listen. Still

Friends.  Its always Friends

That do me wrong.