Pleas
swatted,
the mother
forced to watch
father and brothers
exact failure's penance
for a forbidden glance.
Red tinged honour drips
libation to ravenous gods
only partially sated by this severing of ties.
A second thud, unheralded,
maternal cords overstrained,
and grief begins to wield
nonentities many sided swords.
This is my entry to the fiftywords competition organized by @miniaturetiger.
I hope you enjoyed it.