15 April 2009

Not sorry in the morning and not planning on being sorry in the afternoon

Fear is the devil said that lady of the house
at the house, grandmother's house. Get
rid of it now, she said on a visit

from some far place whose name
devils but Cast it out, she said, that
lady of the house, lady of grandmother's.

On another day same dying world same
chop up the food to feed her realm
the real grandmother seemed to

whispered If you'd been mine,
I'd have raised you different though
her grammar had been impeccable.