The Poppet Doll

The Poppet Doll

The Ninth Rhyme of Jean Ami

I once abused
A common man,

A creature that I know,

And beat him till
The blood
 I shed

Caused Heaven’s tears to flow

He did not seek my grace at all -
Indeed, he cursed my name

So, every day
I broke his bones
And battered him
The same

For he was guilty
Of the deeds

That every man has done

And yet denied that what he lost
Was what the devil won

And baser still,
He falsely lived,
And vainly he would lie
About the nature of his heart,

And look me in the eye!

These days did end
For both of us beneath

An olive tree  

When I discovered
That this man

Was not a man,

But me!

I saw him burning in a flame,
A flame that made it seem

As if he were a poppet doll
That mocked me in a dream!