Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Trucidator

you stretched on
the chaise lounge in the balcony
in complete control
to let sunbeams rub you
like a free masseuse

veni, vidi, vici

so what if you heard a door opening
to the stairwell and knew
they’d find her, cut-up
facing the wall, motionless
on the third floor landing

veni, vidi, vici

how she fell down several flights
taken by surprise, bleeding,
bruised, mouthing your name
eyes huge, as large as her hunger
for you

veni, vidi, vici

but now, so deep in sleep
she still has life
under her headstone
blooming roses
for you

veni, vidi, vici


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* trucidator = killer (from Latin)

Prompt: learn a new word and use/define it in a poem