Buried Idol

It was quick as murder,

Shocking to you, half victim

And I must have seemed

Utterly out of my mind,

Writing a nonsense letter, lethal

Poison dripped in your veins

So our friendship shriveled

Up and lay utterly cold.

You thought all was well

But the rot was underneath,

Eating at the pedestal

I had placed you upon,

And I was infected too;

See, it would have spread,

Had I not buried it.

Deep in the damp ground

Where the worms delight

And no one may reclaim

What has been left there.

My sweet one, I’m sorry,

But you had become my

Idol and I had to bury

You deeply in the ground.