Bookends

Two tragic bookends for one tragic story. A bookend with edges so smoothly worn by aging stories: A man, strong and fearing nothing, His only care in life, to be loved by his chosen beloved. He lies in his lonely bed, broken Scuffed and bruised, his strength forfeited, By his own selfish hand he trusted. A story with images so vividly inked into the pages: A woman, meek and wanting nothing, Her only care in life, to love her dearly beloveds. She sits on the kitchen floor, broken Pages torn out of place, the tale disrupted, By careless, reckless hands she trusted. A bookend with edges so newly worn by Brothers Grimm stories: A man, frail and fearing everything, His only care in life, to love himself, his most beloved. He lies in his lonely bed, broken Burned and seared, his frailty exploited, By his own selfish hands he trusted. February 10th, 2024