for women(to anne boleyn) from bruce county

all hail the sovereign queen
all wicked nights-soul comforting
that i read in bruces magazine
reveling in the traitor king
poem with all its sounds
given no words but nightgowns
to the brilliant women being
so loved yet so locked up
bereaving wishing i could write
as such

then too her eyes
like stars that gleaming
take the blue abyss
through dreaming
aligning
quite alike
a pretty wife

but men should love the ones
stuck seething
ignoring looks for other elements
of being
 husbands!!! (they should remind themselves at that)
to mark how many inches jumped a la jack sprat
escaping record speeding fumes
from one to another female resumes
being nothing magic in humans exhumed

at death in parlours
to funerals in black
henry shone but
at his best
seemed to me when women around
at his best

was just a twat!!!