Meditation #22

"She was a married woman
when I met her.  If she was willing
to sleep with me, she’s nothing
but a cheating whore."

A brick falls
from the wall.

"Ain’t no thing — if I’m the father,
I’ll take care of the kid, I just don’t want
to see them."

You can hear the trumpets
everywhere.  The siege
is ending.

"What?  I slept with her,
I certainly don’t love her,
and it’s her who made the
first move."

Overrun.
The army outside the city
prepares for the entrance.

What’s coming
may yet be worse than what’s
already here.

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