Wails of a Widow
I wonder what my dower would be
if he had not chosen life
A constable -in bag would be
the share - halved - without the choice
Would hold memories I suppose
but those we shared
so, bring me half he owned outright
Bring me secrets on a page
and space them - just so-
that such stuns at a time
could never awe me so
And in it - the design
for such a mystery
and show me confidence in a wife
which entitled him husbandry
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