May 03, 2002 16:20
its time to pry the smile from rubber jaws and
crack the eggshell into a paintcan to fill a room
with bland and vomit brand. she sits on her legs her
knees intertwined and winces from the discomfort.
a blood stained dress laid out on the bed.
and here is where we use a line ending with "confess"
a bird of prey lands on the window sill and promises
to take her away. she agrees quickly, yet without emotion
put her hand in a shiny black talon and they float away.
after days and days of bone yard picking they stop for
a while on a beach of pale timber and maroon crabs.
they set out for tea and enjoy a biscuit or two,
before the bird feeds her to its young. now she
flies about in four different bellies, and she has seen
the four corners of the globe, she never thought she
would have got, such freedom from afternoon tea.