MADE IN ACOMB.

She was out of her wits,
And her depth,
Though she tried to survive
The regrets
That surrounded her shift
Of environs,
And the lack of a man to
Rely on.

So she took any lover
She fancied,
Regardless of whom they
Encamped with,
And had enough front to
Be candid
With anyone too
Undemanding.

And eventually she
Alighted
On a broken down soldier
Too frightened
To refuse her approval
Forthrightly,
Indirectly inviting
The frightening.