Bread and cheese, baked eggs,
fish in spicy sauces, I pondered
into the Walbrook, but where would
Dad would as soon as kill me, I
not involve the girls, for Felix
me down and make them pay, and to
the city wall was to risk unknown
Was my punishment to come?
A husband could do what he liked
and many an errant wife ended up
in an unmarked grave outside the
I did not scream, though, hammering
on the door for forgiveness,
but accepted what was due.
I had relished a death so sweet that
would ever match it again;
nascentes morimur, from the moment
of being born, we die, after all.
I had lived my life.
© by Bernardine Evaristo