She will
Offer up the restorative cup
To revive you from your labors, but
Wives are well known for killing husbands
With weapons sharper than steel
More bitter than any assassin's poison
You'll
Waken in the maze of mirrors
Battling endless reflections of yourself
Childhood truths you took for granted
Lie in shattered ruins around your bed
A stranger peers back from the mirror
Your friends bare fangs, a pack of wolves
Snarling over your cryptic, personal deeds
These
Good men fall, unacknowledged
Casualties of unspoken mariticide, their
Confidants become double-dealers
All compatriots divulged as
Basest traitors. So if you
Want to feel like a man, you can
Only act like a man, stereotypical,
Caveman brutish, offering no
Explanation or rationale for all deeds,
Good or ill, for
She will
Slander your name and take
Your children away, and disappear
Without warning on a day like any
Other day. So be a brute or reduced to
Tide-tossed jetsam, or succumb
To her bittersweet machinations. You
Put the barrel in your mouth, but
She's the one who invariably, unconfessed,
Pulls the trigger
20091207
Mariticide
Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
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Misogynist blues, guilt of overdue existence and a battle song to cheer up all those actors out there playing their manly macho parts with their emotionless facades that can't take silence no more. (Cool music widget! The Raven by Lou Reed rocks, the guy beats Vincent Price, or rather- he's Price with all the mannerism skimmed and amputated to a soul-tearing effect)
ReplyDeletethe simpsons do a pretty killer 'raven', too.
ReplyDelete"Wives are well known for killing husbands." What a striking statement.
ReplyDeleteI like that you compare "childhood truths" to a "maze of mirrors." That's very creative.
"These good men fall, unacknowledged." This is probably my favourite line from the piece - it reminds me of something one would find in classical literature.
"Or succumb to her bittersweet machinations. You
Put the barrel in your mouth, but she's the one who invariably, unconfessed, pulls the trigger." Hmm. I lied. This is my favourite part. Bittersweet machinations indeed. The ladies pull the trigger. Interesting.