The Big Olive


A yarn of confusion is skilfully knitted

Because of a word mistakenly omitted

Like viscid pools of oil, lazy pupils dilate

Aroused by the notion of income probate

As shallow as a saltern, extracting Adam’s ale

Dilution and elution have come to no avail

Restrained apologies only aggravate division

Reparation delayed causes increased derision

Fingering the outline of the keys to the plot

That jangle so painfully revealing the rot

Of fidelity once pure, now fermented and sour

It cuts like the aroma from the abattoir 

© JA Cornell 2017