The Looser - Poem by poppy miller
He, a miner of kimberlite
Devoted lover of rocks;
A devourer of material mixtures.
She, full of love and laughter,
No dowry of such;
A singer of words that painted scriptures
And so he turned his back on her
She let fall a single diamond
That trickled down a ruby face.
Now, in his coma of old age
No kimberlite rock and loveless
A lesson learned but too late a case.
Footnote: Kimberlite is an igneous rock
Best known for containing diamonds.
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