(This poem is alluded.
Dedicated to the millons of
abused women everywhere)
after kicking her senseless
he stood over her, grabbing
a towel to reshine
his combat boots while she
sobbed on the floor,
curled fetally
he sneered at her
pain and spat, walking out
to the patio where he
could sit and relish her
demise, imagining her body
on the bend of a path,
loathesome carrion
tossed carelessly,
legs raised like
the once-lusty woman
she was, belly spread open,
ripe with exhalations
he smiled at the thought
of her as a rotting
heap, triumphant
in sending her
back to nature
through the flies humming
on her putrid belly,
larvae in black battalions
spread like a heavy
liquid along the tatters
of her flesh
on her tear-stained face
were the fears of
all the years she'd been
with him - she waited
til he was gone to check
her wounds, her bruised body
covered with black
shoe-polish, her mind
humming a strange music
of running water and
wind and of grain in
a winnow, rhythmically shaken
and tossed
she knew that one day
she'd go beneath the grass
and flowers to meld
with the earth which would
preserve her bones
- the real essence
of her decayed love and
endurance, and only then
would she dare smile,
the queen of all grace
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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