Here's a lighter poem on the same subject.
Light, because I call adultery a crime.
It's far from a crime in our culture so it's not.
"Adultery"
"What do a few crimes matter in a good life?
Adultery is not so bad.
You think yourself too old for loving, gone in the guts
and charms, but a woman says, "I love you," a drunken lie,
and down you go on the grass outside the cocktail party.
You rejoin the wife, delighted, renewed!
She's grateful but goes out with a bruiser.
Blood passions arise and die in lawyers' smiles,
a few children suffer for life, but that's all.
But: One memo from McNamara and his band
can kill a city of lives and the life of cities, too, while L.B.
"Killer" Johnson And His Napalm Boys sit singing by their fire:
The Goldberg Variations.
So, what do a few crimes matter in a neutral life?
They pray the insignificance of most private behavior."