The Bastard's Bitch

Titanium cans clatter across asphalt.
Pernicious men mumble to a fault.
The alleyway reeks of infidelity
That is sure to rouse the attention
Of a lesser, stranger, laggard quality
To whom taciturn officials may sanction.

"Bastard" she cried crudely with dismay
"Bitch" he briskly bantered, without delay;
There was no one to rescue her from rape.
The one whom she had come to trust most
Burnt her flesh with shame and became her fate
Tethered to a post.

Insipid, her poor body bobbles by the rooks.
Black water wounds the whitewashed, crôok'd
Frame, unfortunately battered by her husband
And now the waves.