Yes, it's dark but what's redeeming is the lilt of the words, the truth of humanity's judgement, and the love in regret that comes after we survive a loved one :-(

The Man Who Married Magdalene

BY LOUIS SIMPSON

The man who married Magdalene

Had not forgiven her.

God might pardon every sin ...

Love is no pardoner.

Her hands were hollow, pale, and blue,

Her mouth like watered wine.

He watched to see if she were true

And waited for a sign.

It was old harlotry, he guessed,

That drained her strength away,

So gladly for the dark she dressed,

So sadly for the day.

Their quarrels made her dull and weak

And soon a man might fit

A penny in the hollow cheek

And never notice it.

At last, as they exhausted slept,

Death granted the divorce,

And nakedly the woman leapt

Upon that narrow horse.

But when he woke and woke alone

He wept and would deny

The loose behavior of the bone

And the immodest thigh.