Short Ribs

I’ll keep it short and sweet”, she says

She’s not one for melodrama

She likes humorous and irreverent people

She would have me

play the muse or clarinet and flutes

Which I seldom do

I comply with compromise

Instead of taunting my replies I’ll cry

Again I’m tongue in cheek, but not tied

Are you home, supping on my bones? ”

Your good bones?

My flower girl softly sighs,

“Yes, Ophelia those bones,

“With a side of

Marrow and a few souls? ”

Oh, who goes there, who goes?

Of my friends and foes

and morbid woes ?

That’s not part of the repose!

The silence grows

Are you one of those? Ophelia?

Ophelia ?”