Eve
Eve drinks Calvados,
At the setting of the evening sun,
In all the years that have past,
She has played those roles,
Mother,
Mistress,
Bitch
And wife,
Now all that gun man gameship is done,
She speaks to God,
If this is the come uppance for her sins,
He's going to have to take her as she is,
In the old orchard,
As the sun goes down,
Breathing in the smell of apples
In her dressing gown