[The Three Erinyes]
Dead
(I am informed)
As a door nail.
His quietus made.
Turned to ashes.
Tough food for worms.
Done as dinner.
Yet I murmur:
“Poe-et-ic justice”
“Couldn’t have happened to a …”
“Bon Voyage!”
“Write if you get work”
“Karma is a bitch”
“The Three Erinyes
Tisiphone
Megaera
Alecto
All descended.”
“Justice prevailed”
“The Devil takes his own”
But
They do say
‘If you can’t say anything nice…”
[And I can’t
‘Cause I knew the son-of-a-bitch
Only too, too well
And
Anyway
Saying more would
Just be
Overkill]
So
… sure
I’ll refrain
And keep
My thoughts
To myself.
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