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1. I wake up in the morning Upon the grace of the blessed saint virgin of Mary Meredith I crawl to the sink and splash my face And wonder if I could surround myself with the silver tub 5. I dress, always wearing a long grey skirt and a long grey turtleneck Slippers are missing again; where I left them last I do not know Breakfast is made, bread and butter and tea The tea kettle broke, and there’s hunger growing over our bellies The baby wails and I don’t pick her up There is a clash and a cry 10. She’ll cry her whole life, but we all have to suffer, its life. Raining is rain, and the cobblestone is bleak I walk to work barefoot, I am my own boss The children are already in their seats, drawing on things I slap my ruler, and they bang back rebelliously 15. That’s it, chaos; I cry in my head and walk out In the hallway my dress becomes my tent As the police officer drags me away, and my workers laugh In the cart my wrists are wrapped I’m still crying, I can see their little palms 20. Blood red and my fault As I am lead into the jail, they taunt me with their eyes, The hay is softer then cobblestone Three weeks I am here, ten days without a shower When someone else, with a top hat and coats come to see me 25. He tells me that I can come with him, or I can stay here Sometimes, the first seemed a lot more provoking. I had to wash, told I smelled after all Where was my baby? He let me ride with him in his carriage 30. His grey eyes pierced into my worn dress They’ll get you new clothes when you get there I heard someone say, but I was infatuated with the cobblestone That night, my arms were wrapped together, and my body was naked The bed was a mattress and the walls were glass They were watching me, that top hat man and a crinkled nurse Crinkled was writing on her board, and Top Hat was shaking his head Another woman appeared, her purple cloak made her royalty She came in and her face was stern You murderer! You’re Murderer! I felt my face stinging. And then Then I felt the beating of my chest, and nails into my breast And the woman’s tears burning my flesh She released me in hysterics, As a nurse pulled the psycho away from my dorm I wondered how her face was pictured in my memory before It became days and days, and I starved for sunlight I wanted my infant and I wanted my love Was he alive or dead? Did he wonder where did I go? Finally they came, two more doctors they told And they fed me pills and emptied my soul I was told the trial was after the forth night In which I would plead guilty to my mistakes But had I done anything wrong, was I accused of what I did not know? I slept for days, till they bathe me and dress me under white I was too weak to walk and collapsed The cobblestone came up towards me as I fell down. A Concussion came over my body like a lulled tidal wave And the moonshine shadow Did he a pay me a visit? God I think he did I wonder where his band was Since his finger was naked He looked at me, crying again As the nurse felt my forehead and slapped my cheek I didn’t feel it. Nurse took his letter, all folded and crumpled Put it in her pocket she did I thought it was for myself but I guess not Someone brought my baby My, she has grown The words echoed from her mouth to my ears Oh what a wonderful sound, though she spoke foreign I cooed and awed her but with no reply Oh how she left without a good bye They came Again And They Asked Me Did You? I said No But They showed me the blood I showed them my hands And they cried I watched them The top hat was there again And he nodded Solemnly Was it A Year? My sister came to tea with me today! Oh how she was beautiful She taught in the room next to mine We giggled about naughty students And I wished I could have touched her cheek But my hands wouldn’t move again A SHAME to the World. The wig said 22 years I said Ha His men came to me and beat me I saw blood again It dripped into the cobblestone Straps made To hold me in I hope I don’t run away It’s a battle in here to lose And Sunshine Fifteen Years Later No one has seen me but a party of guests Top hat come but he don’t say Go Home to me I want my baby, she’s crying I can here her I am, a murder My Baby Is Dead And Top Hat left And Love grieved My deepest sympathies to the heavenly angels Let me and baby be free wander, on a cobblestone road Bang Post a comment in response: |
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