Blind Scapegoat

Humble, keen, calm and blind,

thats how he felt

when she closed the door,

when she hid her face under a black veil,

when she told him he was just a bridge,

and she was now on the other side,

when she told him he was just a lollipop,

that she had sucked all the sweet glucose,

and she couldn't stand choking on the stick that remained.




He remembered how she used to talk,

How she whispered in his ears with closed eyes,

How everyday she gave him a reason to throw the sheets away,

how she was the reason he could afford a smile

even when tears were so cheap, or free

How he had a queen to please

How like a slave he toiled,

How his nails wore away just that she could afford a manicure,

How his brows became wet just that she could trim hers,

How he gave her his love, all that he could give.




Like china, he held her as a valuable piece, even more

a masterpiece of God himself,

He dreamed of going down History lane with her in his arms.

He wrote her poems from his heart, bought her dresses,

marveled at her mere presence, showed her the horizon,

Showered her with perfume, smeared her with kisses,

soothed her with sweet hugs, massaged her with close cuddles

Protected her like a sentry, sacrificed all he had for her,

held up an umbrella for her through storms...




He became her teacher, taught her the definition of love,

She became a teacher too, taught him the definition of betrayal,

She left him like a pig in a sty, to roll in his muck,

she took the soap with her, the love she washed him with,

slapped his kindness with a bold bye and showed him her swaying back,

stepped on his chest and soiled his heart,

swept his feet, brought him to a squat,

killed his soft spot, left a huge void

fished his sight, made his eyes rain...





He can only see her silhouette now,

what he holds is a faint memory, wow,

he looks at his son, and his son's mother,

he thinks of the life past, he thinks of the memories gone,

her voice is now a distant rumble of thunder,

harmless to the sprouting love his wife just planted,

he hated what she had done, he loved what the future promised,

he hated what she had done, he loved that she made him wiser,

he held the moment, and let go of her,

he fell, fell hard, and was picked up by this darl.




Blind as he was, he was a scapegoat of love, a punching bag of hate,

He had his lesson, and his composure comforted his own soul,

He now had what he would have, he didn't care about her,

She already had what he could offer,

Now he wouldn't want what he couldn't have.

'Darl, dinner awaits'

he had to go