He wears jewelry

He wears jewelry

Nor quite Ringo

But chains do jangle

Around his neck

Whenever he moves

They jostle together

Against his chest

Three gold rings

Half a carat diamond

You can hear his approach

From many yards away

It is why cats wear bells

It creates a spatial

Differentiation

With no surprises

His path remarkably clear

Even in darkness

The golden triangle

More efficient

Than a journey to Bermuda

Its combination chatter

Enough to frighten

Any potential suitors

Away from anything

But casual conversation

And polite goodbyes

Without overt mention

Of an exclusion zone

Over which no one flies

Not that he minds

It keeps things simple

Distance is a sound

Defence

A less tiring strategy

Than explanation

Widowhood is

Not just a lifestyle choice

It has become

An occupation

And he has avowed

Himself against

The complex implication

Of too much interpersonal

Collaboration

He was always an exile

Unto himself

And now it is official

He is alone

And sometimes

He is not even very lonely