The Good Husband

The pilot of this poem
wet with rain
stands on the canal bank
watching the alluvial ooze
melt his marital citadel
exposing the cautionary theorem
his marriage has become
Anointed with a vision of pathetic destiny
he sends a message to his wife
as she waits at the airport of desire
their children tenuous at the horizon
still hidden from her oppressor
wait for the machinery of their birth