Note from the author:a pantoum is a poetic style where lines are repeated. But this isn't really a proper pantoum since I changed some words and the order..
I leaned on the railing the night that you lied.
The porch bulb swung gently, a spark still inside.
A sallow-winged moth, entranced by the sight,
Meandered in fruitless pursuit of the light.
The porch swing swung gently. A spark stilled inside me.
Who knew now what other foul truths you denied me?
I stalked off in fruitless pursuit of the light.
The doubt of you followed me into the night.
I knew now there were other truths you’d denied
As the shovel and pickaxe I deftly applied.
Not even you followed me into the night.
You just clutched at the porch-swing and said they were right.
The pick and the spade having been well-applied,
A dark plastic sheet in the earth I espied.
I clutched at the handle and knew they were right.
The truth of it tore at my heart like a bite.
A dark wrapped-up shape in the sheet I espied.
My hands with its dust, red and flaking, were dyed.
You warn with no bark. You’ve a deadlier bite.
Then, floodlights and sirens, all blindingly bright.
A sallow-winged moth burned up at the sight
Of floodlights and sirens, all blindingly bright.
My hands with your sin, red and blatant, were dyed.I hung by the neck for the night that you lied