Member Rara Avis
Again, not sure if I'd call myself "back," but I wanted to share this delightfully nasty new poem. Thanks for the well wishes and praise yesterday. I appreciate it.
The nicest thing she ever did was die
The nicest thing she ever did was die.
In fact, it was the only act
in which she thought of others.
A hagiography is cast,
limned in sepia, then gilt framed,
whenever someone dies.
And so she went from being
a thoroughly horrible, bullying woman
who laughed at other's pain
to someone who was nice to others,
kind and forthright, known to smile.
Once she even rescued a child
(you see how these events are twisted?)
rather than being the one herself
to try and run him down.
The going story: she didn't like
when he stole fruit from her trees,
so she planned to do him in.
You will find it hard to believe
the woman could ever be that cruel
from the way her mourners wail.
The case was thrown out, after all.
The evidence was circumstantial at best.
And she was a very good actress.
You will find it hard to believe,
this woman could plot an innocent's death.
No wonder you wonder, now that she's dead.
It's the nicest thing she ever did.
And since she's suddenly inherited friends,
it was probably also the smartest.