This Poet Is Dead Meat

This Poet Is Dead Meat, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

accidentally
fortuitously
they met
but did
not meet
a cosmic
moment
of his
deliriously
doomed
destiny
he placed
at her feet
he thought
she was kind
human sweet
a mountain
princess
her heart
as hard
as concrete
she wanted
to kill time
so she
used the
goodwill
humility
humanity
of this
beggar
poet
to mock
humiliate
ill treat
normally
women
from across
the border
are cunning
conniving
born cheats
misused
maligned
she ultimately
hit the keys
to control
alt delete
her empty
hollow words
resounding
echo-less
heart beats
does she care
he begs
on the streets
has nothing
but stale
food leftovers
of her memories
he eats
a beggar port
barefeet