DIPTYCH: A LIVING ROOM PORTRAIT

His mind a warehouse storing others' faults,
Each is catalogued, wheeled out, lectured on
(Especially and for the umpteenth time her own):

Rosier yesterdays turned frazzled stalks,
She lapses into bleakly discreet silence, talks
Only on sufferance, a prickling stone.

Martin Wilmot Bennett

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