Prompt Puppies: Rating Burial (a poem)

Burial 

Like lillies her fingers lay in her lap
Cut-quick and refined in their curve,
As she sat like the cup of coffee beside her:
Cold and contained and unstirred.

The tongue in his mouth was a foul piece of meat,
As it rolled, too large to spit out
Or swallow the reason for which he'd arrived:
The daughter that was his report.

He'd mulled over his mind's medicine cabinet:
Practiced pills he'd prepared to deliver;
But the flash on her face from the four flinty words
Steeled the strike of the wrong type of tender.

...

In light intermittent, inside a motel
of rating or visit unworthy,
She'd sagged under shadows of countless men laid
Like the bed, the weight buckling inside her.

No one had known neither name nor the number
Of men she had held, nor a shout
Had been heard on the night she'd comfort the one
When her insides had been made out.

And realizing her room he had rented before,
In a storm when his own was unwelcome;
His stomach recoiled at the passionless hour
Spent with ring and his vows on the table.

...

Overgrown and unmarked, this aged memory
He'd not ever expected exhumed,
Was the bed he had made and within it to lie,
And he knew that she knew that he knew.

One Mother, now chipped; one Badge, duty-broken
Entombed in grim formality;
And the single crow called as it flew from the field
For the child and the murder of three.

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This poem created for "Prompt Puppies" and an exercise where the words "rating" and "burial" needed to be used in a short story.