What Their Son Saw

theirs was a marriage of perfect hatred
refusing to leave lest the other cease
to suffer the shared hell they had so long
labored mindless, heedless, ruthless to build
on a bedrock of resentments taken
from the past and shared between them as though
it were some poison edenic fruit fate
had determined they must partake and die
that most painful and enduring of hells:
workaday life in bad relationship
till bitterness welds them into single
symmetry just in time for death to part
leaving one to cold comfort tasting of dirt
and the other empty-smug satisfaction

david m pitchford
26 feb 2014

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