battered husbands too exist <br />a wife kicking his strong feet <br />slapping his rugged jaw <br />insulting him in front of his <br />friends and shouting at <br />him while talking breakfast <br /> <br />she collars him and spits <br />on him, his decency trampled <br />like a rug at the door <br />where she cleans her feet <br />from all dirt where she <br />stamps on his privacy <br /> <br />i see him smile through <br />all these, as though nothing <br />really matters, nothing <br />to mind nothing to be <br />taken seriously <br /> <br />she was once beautiful <br />a face he always adore <br /> <br />something wrong went <br />somewhere, <br />she went wild in the <br />desert of her longings <br />she fell on the deep abyss <br />of her mind <br />she lost her senses <br />on some unacceptable <br />pains <br />she cries in the wilderness <br />as though her soul <br />is taken somewhere else <br /> <br />and here he is <br />this battered husband <br />watching him with so <br />much understanding <br /> <br />her doctor will be coming <br />again today <br />for her injections<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battered-husband/
