Keepsake

 
Angels know everything
so as sure as gravity
the little plastic fellow
who pooped on our wedding cake
must have realised
how things would pan out

All these years
she'd coddled him faithfully
cocooned in white muslin
safe in her bottom drawer
just waiting
for his date with the bin
until landfill
the final resting place
after the divorce

So if you ever see a gull
with a halo
at least you'll know
there's no use dreaming
about love eternal
or the lie
of for better or for worse