Poetry

The Bachelor

He will never marry. The woman who would have been his wife took one sip at life and was drowned and thrown in the grave-pit. He will never have children so he does not know if he would have reared his daughters for the comfort of other men or would have looked the other way as the old woman set the bucket of warm water at the foot of the bed. To wash his son, or do the other thing. He visits the women who belong to everyone. There is one who leans out from an upper window and laughs…

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