after he dies & at last
she's free to indulge
every little rotten itch, the ties

that once bound her no longer
relevant, if existant, if ever
they had been, cease:

she wanders off, first class,
to prehistoric picnics
camcorded by parents of friends: the earliest ginniness

of them, their vicious
French kisses: to alembic bouts
of rowdiness

to honeymoons, & ghost encounters,
& similar langours: occurances
occasioned by mysteriousness:

manumissions
of sumptuous sins,
the flashing of flesh grown so tedious

it comes down to this:
the accidic return
to the glorious tomb of their home