I notice her eyes,
    glistening, fixed,
Her smile, surrendering,
Her joy in listening --

I hear him say
"…spiritual growth…"
    in his white cable knit sweater,
    advertising on front --
"…Christ…"
    in his pressed French dungarees --
"…impact on our relationship…"
    in handsewn English boots --

I see tears in her eyes,
    and he goes in
    for the kill.