The Garden, Again

You betrayed me.

Stooped old man, the weight
of your own sin like stones stacked
on your shoulders until there’s finally
to drag you under.

Your words were honey and light,
but you were the hornet: killing
with a thousand relentlessly
repeated unseen stings

the hearts of women who just wanted to move
closer to something real.
Snake oil peddler.
Sweet-tongued charlatan.

Thoughtless man, in reckless authority,
You preached humility while you pressedheld
your shrouded spear against the throat
of women who made pilgrimage to your feet
a tender and tended love.

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