For that phantasm conjured in your mind
For onto me you brought down from above
A torment bitter and your words unkind.
Used to friendship from within your books
Irritation grew as you did look;
You threw your poisoned arrows at my heel.
What once you loved then you began to hate
If not perfect then intolerable I must be
And then you cursed me with this sorry fate
Our child was born and him you’ll never see.
Illegitimate and born in desert grey.
I carried him alone from death’s dark way