The Wizard of Pain
She should have talked to him,
She should have made him explain.
Wobbly, dirty, all he wanted, he said,
Was to sleep. The police, when they came,
Didn’t seem to care. Reluctantly, she led
Him down the stairs to the basement.
He kicked off his shoes and flopped on the bed,
Where he promptly passed out. The casement
Was partially open and the warm summer breeze
Smelled of lily-of-the-valley. She sat a moment
By his side. A car turned into the driveway. Please
Don’t let him lose his temper, she prayed,
As her husband came down the stairs. She
Tried to explain, to no avail. He should have stayed
Where he was, not here. Let him sleep,
She said, and we’ll sort it out in the morning.
But he slipped out before dawn, to keep
His appointment with the wizard of pain.