The Good Wife

Silent to a foolish fault,
Following sheepishly subterfuge
of an alien,
Undoing even the birthing paps.
Was it to save matrimony
Or just to keep harmony,
This adventure of goodness?

Denial of a wife’s regalia,
Spite of the brooding laps,
Deforestation of seething rain forests
Disemboweling of heavily clustered seas
Was the sight at large
Or was it a conniving stunt,
This proselytizing devotion?

The train ride held thrills;
Rickety, it left gaping gaps,
To some hearts might define affection;
To lengthy miles convey love unmeasured;
Giving locus to killing neglect.

Mails reach the furthest rims
Of earth’s endless reaches;
Were wisdom on a far journey,
The business urgent excluding hesitation,
Intercessions still may avail,
That hearts may confer with prudence.