COLLATERAL Damage

a poem by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan

Threaten me with your white-hot rage,

Although he never cuckolded me.

Deadhead critics gather to adjudicate;

Mark these words: conquistadors wish 

they had conquered as much as HE.

Ironically, though not one conquest of me.

I go to the grave, climbing my crystal stair,

as fair as the white crest of the highest wave, 

you can locate me in the ground, the only one,

in town that the Conqueror NEVER found.