A Wife's Revenge

She looked at him softly and waited
an hour before she got off him,
till breath and his spirit abated.

She spent the whole hour elated,
imagining him in his coffin.
She looked at him softly and waited,

remembering women he dated,
though married, he dated them often,
till breath and his spirit abated.

Her stance he'd not anticipated
upon his throat, watching him coughing,
she looked at him softly and waited.

Her heel on his apple gyrated
and crushed it until it had softened,
till breath and his spirit abated.

He gurgled a protest unstated,
unfazed, she continued the offing.
She looked at him softly and waited
till breath and his spirit abated.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos