Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd

Mourners gathered around the casket, eyes wet with tears

I dabbed my own with a handkerchief

Keep up the act, look devastated, is all I can do

Difficult to nod in a heartbroken way when they come to apologize for my loss

The lawyer reads off his will, saving my name for last

If only I could rejoice when the crown is handed to me

If only the knife with my husband’s blood didn’t feel so heavy in my hand…