Have you seen
Walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes
And haggard face? That is my husband who
By secret cruelty
Never to be told
Robbed me of my youth and my beauty
Till at last
Wrinkled and with yellow teeth
And with broken pride
And shameful humility
I sank into the grave
But what
Think you
Gnaws at my husband's heart?
The face of what I was, the face of what he made me!
These are driving him
To the place where I lie
In d**h, therefore
I am avenged