You asked me to stand back,
watch you drown.
Next to my feet lie your jewellery and crown.
How come I am still thinking
about the watery cup of coffee
I made you years ago?
Bad tongues will say it’s out of shame,
and I will take the blame and cut them off.
We’ve been wandering this swamp for hours now,
for you to bring me to this spot.
I may or may not stay to witness your rot.