Archive for July 8, 2011

The cry of the drowning horse

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 In the end all was gone from her mind

but some memories,  twisted

some kinder than other

yet deformed  toothless gnomes

came tormenting my mother.

Children were stealing her food.

.

When she  was self hungry in need

she  couldn’t send them away

without something to eat

not then and not in the end

when  all was gone from her mind

Children were stealing her food.

.

In the end all she was almost  gone

but so kind to all the atrocities

mystified and numb and another

parade of skeletons

that came to torment my mother.

Children were stealing her food.

.

The horse she saw drowning as a child

Staggered in her dying brain, fading mind

the past became present

and  presented itself unkind

in the end  when she was almost gone,

children were stealing her food.

.

Never before  had she been more naked

more her deplorable self

hating and cursing her tormented mind

more honest than all our remorse.

In the end and more real than ever I.

Hear the cry of the drowning horse

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