Dark days of lent

Behold when all the jingle
fell like shooting stars
and planets bound in their conjunction
 signs the god of Mars
 Delilah cut Samson's hair
 took the treasure that was there
the strength I had the arms that wrap
embers glow to always know
hold the ticket close in a breast pocket
and search in vain when it got lost
the blocked phone with a text
I'm on the train is dinner on?
the Judas that was her shalom
remember her unkempt and ruffled
pink spring blossom blown
petals stolen by the imps of doubt
tore my heart; ripped it out, how hard the knocks
starvation in plenty in the earthquake
no ration in the aftershocks
moonscapes, lost gravity of needing
for the lovelorn all is pox
all counterfeit allure is de riguere
to divine and be so certain
searching deep for that before
finding golden nuggets of remorse