After Jocasta
A poem by Joshua Gibbs
Betrayal revealed terminal illness soberly
diagnosed infidelities illuminated
accidentally pious superstitions doubted
for a lifetime then confirmed
suddenly in blood
on the doorstep
such horrors never fail to draw
this lament from our lips:
I should have known
But this is not the judgment
of the soul
for the soul responds:
Oh
but you did know