Fatal Acceptance

He watches from his pedestal
What can he say or do
But wonder why her mother
Had borne the curse

Staring down his lengthy nose
She kneels down, hand on throat
His sorry glare-
A flash of guilt?

She pushes her fingers
Down her throat
Spitting his name back up
With every contracting of her stomach

How easy to feel pity
Watching the ruined still
Ruin themselves further
Maybe he should stop her
The pain is contagious
Just watching her die.