Ballad Of Mary

Mary cries
unwanted tears,battered
flesh weaker,than
her enduring soul,
She hides
misery,lovely mask
strong
he’ll never know.
Fist and words
accompanied with anger
bruises,badges of courage.
Leaving, a weakness
she’ll never give.

Tom submits
to whiskey spirits,
persuaded,mental
serpent,strikes,
venom laced voice.
Mary is gone,
replaced with the devil
he feels its false,
the serpent speaks the truth.
Started with a slap,
a one-two jab,the
final slam.her head smacks the table
the devil is dead.

Mary’s entombment,
on this dreary day
family,friends flood
the world with their tears.
Tom wears his tears,
sorrow filled eyes.
behind his mask
the whiskey spirits
laugh

© Daniel Dale Herring 2008