Rude (Sonnet on Mayor Rudolph Guiliani's statement: "I just make the decisions I think are right for the city" in cutting estranged wife Donna Hanover's staff and security detail) A wound far worse than living death is bled Seeing a loved one break a solemn pledge. To take another to the marriage bed Is through a faithful heart to drive a wedge. The outcome of annulment or divorce Just formalizes death died long before, For infidelity is what enforce A murder by adulterer or whore. But when the cheated spouse must daily see The dalliance that's flaunted to her eyes And loses office and security, She's killed anew in gubernatorial guise. So Mr. Mayor, mitigate the hurt, And find an alley for your bit of skirt. May 2001