Anger

After having a few beers 
with seven divorced friends 
I raped you, 
being married and all - 
thus undid you. 
But it was worth the ride 
as you frowned just a little 
while I whistled in the field 
wonderful. 
But oh! Your expression was a delight 
just when you accepted the feit 
and cited to your friends 
a picture poem 
you read somewhere. 
What seemed most liberating 
was when he asked: 
“Did you at least enjoy it?” 
Baffling, though, was the open-endedness 
of whom the question was aimed at. 
In the end, what does it really matter? 
You will still frown for reasons 
Other than this; 
You will bear much more weight 
with the dignity and righteousness 
of a grey-bearded old fart. 
And who knows? Maybe you’ll 
even smile sometimes; 
Was what happened then 
so terrible? 
To all (but one single collected bunch of futile receptors) 
the light and shadow 
never sculpted an act.