Inconsequential Oaths Poem by moon batchelder

inconsequential as a single cirrus cloud in summer skies
a promise rested on his lips, requesting audience;
as if insisting on a witness list'ning to such alibis
somehow approve or yet remove the stain of fraudulence.

like slaking thirst with desert sands and no oases for reprieve,
she'd taken all the worst he'd had to offer in the past.
so, well rehearsed were words she used to curse him as he turned to leave;
'his broken vows, spoke even now! - a liar to the last! '