The Bitter Dividend

This is an odd one. It resulted from one of those exercises where you have to use certain words. It has a ring of truth about it, but I don’t know where it comes from, whose truth it is…

The Bitter Dividend

Year upon year,
I have bathed my eyes
In the dew of an onion.
I have taught my face
The correct wrinkles
To simulate pain.
Again and again
I win
Queen of loss, holder of the bitter dividend.

Now in my hard-won castle
I drink wine from a golden goblet
But it tastes of wormwood and ashes.
I teach my face
The proper wrinkles
To simulate joy
But it feels like blank paper.
I toss the goblet away
And go out to eat of earth,
But I cannot toss the bitter dividend.

Updated: November 1, 2018 — 4:42 pm

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Mary Wildfire

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