Revelations (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

In retrospect and with perfect hindsight
the glue with which you fixed the spinning
rear-view mirror for perfect sight became
symbolical; we all knew what we should
have done, but then it was too late;

Repairing broken wings of my two fairies
symbolised the reuniting of Carine’s heart;
I broke the glass table top into a million bits
representing lives shattering after Nico’s
untimely tragic death;

Linah says breaking what you hold dear is a
sacrifice to save a life, I gladly cede the glass
top for Carine’s but why couldn’t we have
made one in time to prevent Nico’s fate;
his cousin Lee still cries each night,

I despaired when Carine cried yet you were so
relieved disclosing Nico’s death; you needed to
let off steam so I became a punch bag – which
kills romance; the Swami says if affected by
your anger, it means I hold anger in me too

I can’t let off steam the way you do, directing
frustrations at you or the kids because I know
you have nothing to do with what happened;
I have to swallow my ire, wish Armageddon,
a conflagration as predicted in Revelations