Psonnets of Courtship
To the Young Man

If you shall learn from me, then learn this well.
Avoid the woman seeking for your life
because she wed another as his wife.
For when I looked upon her, then I fell
as she was speaking to me in a spell
with words of solace cutting like a knife,
and I heard not the distant watchman's fife,
forgetting that her doorstep was to Hell.
Then I could smell the spices of the dead
prepared in linens woven from the loom.
Our bedclothes were the fowler's nets she spread,
the graveclothes covering the hidden tomb
where I was slaughtered, there upon her bed,
in judgment's flames the flesh she would consume.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org