One Woman's End

Sometimes I write poems.
Here's one I wrote about a not-so-nice woman in the newspaper.


One Woman's End

She came on like a tropical storm
uprooting households
snatching up a body or two
before her gale winds
dropped to about 30 miles per hour
and past deeds caught up with her.

Now alone, she resembles the wreckage
left behind...
boards strewn here and there
on a windswept frame.
Only a stray dog hangs around
waiting for some morsel...
but her cupboard is long since bare.