|Claude Chabrol's 'Les Biches' 1968|
Not much you can do with jealousy,
store it, save it, turn it into anger?
Direct it at Jacqueline Sassard?
Call hers a retirement too early?
But would she even care,
as she daintily does her shopping
for things she doesn't need
today in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat?
Not much longer for this life,
rich Gianni Lancia back home
with the framed photos of his dad's
racing-cars in the gated villa,
decadently awaits her return;
because it's still buonissimo
having la bella donna
he seduced away from all that -
stardom, looking beautiful -
giving her the chance to run off
with him to Brazil at twenty-eight,
and she took it. Why not?
With a neat plunge of a knife
lifted down from the wall,
Jacqueline killed Stéphane Audran,
still working over sixty films later.
Why waited on the bed to reclaim
lover Jean-Louis Trintignant,
but Chabrol didn't reveal what
we imagine happened next
or tell us what happened to Why.
No need, we know why: it was La Fin,
as, never to be caught on film again,
Jacqueline slipped away overnight,
from biche célèbre to biche anonyme.
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