Second Soul (The most talented director in the scene)

Blisters in the cowhide soul
Marked for wedding equations

Scoffed at by the magistrate
These tens of thousands
warmongers travailing snow caps
These were the tongues of Marx
Dung and vespers marketing

Morning baby’s breath like stolid
dancing to bring the forest
home from sunken trees

Remember the vows of loving
silence for God’s satisfaction
you never met God’s expectation

When the second soul drifted
It only sold shopping districts

While she made love in the storage room
They did not think you would know
believing you lacked capacity
Anything can be done to the vulnerable
Adultery, screaming abuse, gaslighting,

But never give him the help he needs
so that you can continue
your tripping lambaste of an affair

Leaving your husband for dead
no notes or letters
could cause your compassion
to resurface gracefully
like the innately loving person I knew