In the words of the Old Man

I never knew
all this time the number of eyes
that had feasted
on what I thought was my breakfast

I never knew
how it would hurt to see you as others see you
as others long for you
luscious as you were for me in the early years

I never knew
and you thought it would never harm
not yours this knife
that twists in my gasping side

I didn't know
until I came face to mournful face
at your graveside
with a congregation of smartly dressed old men