Since my ex-husband Gary Hines Sr of Paducah, Kentucky liked me to write poems about him, just obliging him
He had come to the end of his life and he cursed God.
How unfair that someone so righteous should die in such a manner.
His family hovering over him scarce looking at one another
because they had believed the lies he told them and animosity grew.
The woman he commits adultery with has once more disappeared.
Pouring a drink in some seedy bar waiting, with anticipation for the end.
His children which he, not his dead ex-wife, warped eye his belongings
and he curses his ex-wife, long dead, who he had dishonored with falsehoods.
He will never admit the crimes he perpetrated or the endless lies he told.
His only regret is he cannot take his massive fortune with him when he leaves.
His hell will be a two foot by two foot cubicle closer to the inferno
and Satan allows no personal affects to enter in with the condemned.
His face looks much like a shriveled rotted grape pale as bleached flour.
Not even the bot-ox he used kept age from advancing or appearing body wide.
His lie, he did it to help his mysterious dry eye syndrome that came and went
falls dumb and silent to the ears of those who know the truth beyond the lie.
Pill bottles line the walls of his bedroom his new wife would never enter into.
Even doctors cannot stop time's steady advancement, but he has lived long enough.
The one who loved him and he had broken all his vows with, is gone.
She was called home before him leaving those who really loved her.
He had looked for her grave several times meaning to desecrate it in some ugly fashion
but she was buried where he would never find her to carry out another insult against her.
She is protected from him and others of his kind who had tried to harm her while she lived.
He curses her name as he sees the truth in words she spoke out of love years before.
Too late a voice reverberates in his ear as he draws his last breath and dies, too late.
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