Days of Fife and Buttered Bread

Yes, all those days are over
Days of your uncovered thigh
We used to roll in clover
Shout green love from hills on high
Swallow brimming drams of rye

Yes, I knew you were his wife
When we frolicked on the bed
Expertly you played the fife
I spread butter on your bread
Fallen cheeks flushed rosy red

Then the LORD opened the ARK
Sin become a damning weight
One last lusting in the dark
Then you’d hie back to your mate
“One last lust”… led to your fate

Finding us, he took your life
Stabbing out his verse in red
Painting with a loving knife
Blotting mem’ries from your head
Days of fife and buttered bread

Men doe not despise a thiefe, if he steale to satisfie his soule, when hee is hungry: But if he be found, he shall restore seuenfold, he shall giue all the substance of his house. But who so committeth adultery with a woman, lacketh vnderstanding: hee that doeth it, destroyeth his owne soule. A wound and dishonour shall he get, and his reproch shall not be wiped away. For iealousie is the rage of a man: therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance. He will not regard any ransome; neither will hee rest content, though thou giuest many gifts.
                  Prouerbes 6:30-35  (Holy Bible 1611)

-In terms of technique, a perfectly written poem. Perfect, and Even meter. I went with five line stanzas to create a couplet ending, which added a lyrical element to such horrific subject matter. I intend to experiment more with this structure as it created a wonderful effect.
-This poem appears in a novel I am half way finished writing. One of the characters in the book submitted it in a poetry contest. I put it up because I succeeded in everything I strove for technique-wise.
-Loosely inspired by two sources. One, the Werner Herzog movie Woyzeck, starring Klaus Kinski. Anyone who has watched the movie knows what I am talking about. The ending scene is brutal. Heck of a movie, though. Herzog stated he would not have even attempted making the movie if he could not get Kinski to act the part of Woyzeck, feeling it impossible to accomplish without him. He was right. The other event the poem is loosely inspired from, is my own life. I stole a man’s wife from him, and it has brought me lasting shame. (Yes, I really did). One day I read the bible verse attached above, and realized the truth of it, and how in breaking God’s law we cause tragedy, in our lives, as well as the lives of others (Despite what the world falsely teaches). How grateful I am that the Lord (who controls all hearts), put compassion in the heart of the man I so horrendously wronged. The above poem is the fate I deserved(with the twist of it being the punishment is aimed at the object of his love, instead of himself, thus making it truly damning, rather than escaping through death).  Like Michael Corleone in the Godfather III (Coda), his daughter being murdered for his sins, instead of him, yields far greater torment in his lifetime than  justice would have brought. So yes, my poem takes a lot of poetic license, but hey… it’s art. Believe it or not, but the husband from whom I stole his wife, never sought revenge on me. In fact, he once gave me a bottle of Single Malt Islay Scotch, his kindness like a dagger in my heart, increasing my shame(Now, just try and tell me that God himself is not the greatest of of all poets! I will not believe you if you do. For He IS the great POET of poets). If I could recompense this poor husband I wronged five-fold, seven fold, or a hundred fold… I would. But alas, I am powerless to repay, and that is God’s great chastisement. It is justice that I receive disgrace and suffering for this horrendous crime. It is DESERVED! When I complain, it is only due to my being weak and loathsome. Which I am. God’s mercy has paid for my sin, PRAISE BE HIS NAME!… but if I could, I would make amends to this wronged man in any way possible. And WILL, should the opportunity and means present itself. God willing.
-My daughter drew the picture per my specifications. It is meant to homage the horror movie posters in the sixties and seventies. The color choices are hers. Very Avant Garde. I am confident it would have pleased Stanley Kubrick or Alfred Hitchcock, had they commissioned it. A true horror movie poster, well, horror poem poster.
Maybe it is too harsh… but so was stealing another man’s wife.