The new maid, Jo, walked out onto the deck,
Seeing the reclined form of Eric Dvorak.
He stretched out in the sun,
oblivious to everyone,
then leapt up quick, stiffness in his back.
Eric then stared up at a high window,
way up on the second floor did his gaze go.
Anger made his face a cloud,
he roared it all out loud,
screaming, "Cheating bitch! I'll lay you low! "
He tore up the mansion at a sprint,
she followed quickly when he did.
She didn't see what Eric saw,
but she knew something was wrong.
When she caught up she was out of wind.
Eric stood in the door, onlooking,
anyone could see the fury in him cooking,
He cried, "I'll show you both! "
Then into the room did go,
the maid walked up and she saw nothing...
Eric waited in the middle of a bedroom.
The rage was gone, but he wasn't looking good.
From his face to his veins,
he was a pulsing mass of pain.
He slumped against the bed's old hardwood.
Now the old maid Ellie came up near them,
and said to her, "Leave him alone now, friend.
None of this seems quite right,
But I'll explain to you outside."
So they went down to the backyard fence.
They settled in the shade near the fig,
and Ellie took a bit to puff an e-cig.
She turned and said to her,
"I trust you not to say a word.
Or the outside world will come and start to dig."
Ellie looked nervous, but then continued on,
"Eric once has a wife he doted upon.
But once while sitting outside,
he saw two shadows in a window high,
and rushed upstairs, fearing something wrong.
"He saw his wife in bed with another man,
she thought he was at work, he cried out ‘Tramp! '
Eric then, he lost control,
white hot rage claimed his soul,
and he bashed in their skulls with a lamp.
"Now they say Eric's money wasn't clean.
And he had some mob connections, rather mean.
Some came to the house,
cleaned up and carried bodies out,
nothing by the cops was ever seen.
"The investigations all turned up nothing.
Eric played the part of a spouse grieving.
With no witnesses to talk
for the deed Eric did walk,
and the two were chalked up as missing.
"At first he felt himself free and clear,
but that lasted exactly for one year.
On the anniversary of her death,
he got himself out of bed
and started calling for her as is she were near.
"I didn't know what was wrong with him,
then at the very hour of his great sin,
he ran up to that room,
stared in upon her doom,
and screamed for hours, dying again within.
"It's been that way every single day now.
He sees her sin, then his, and screams out loud.
It seems to me that the Big Guy
didn't want him getting off light.
He meted out His justice, and lord how! "
Jo was stunned, and stared, jaw agape.
"If all this is true then why do you stay? "
Ellie just gave her a shrug,
Said, "You're still hot and young.
But I got three kids, and this job really pays."
What happened next, as if there was any doubt,
Jo gathered up her things, and walked out.
Ellie didn't fear the worst,
She wouldn't be the first.
All the while mad Eric continued to shout…
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I would like to translate this poem