For Christen

For Christen, good-bye

Lulled against angel’s breast

A dream to sweep it clean

The cannibals coming there’s never no rest.

 

She called, “I’m getting better, no more big mess”

Back to sleep all so tarlike

Lulled against angel’s breast.

 

The groceries papers and life to do

With maternal desire alight

The cannibals coming there’s never no rest.

Life leaving – water flowing

Asleep in the nightmares

Lulled against angel’s breast.

 

The ancestors waving thru a hole in the darkness

Still trying   still trying   still trying

The cannibals coming there’s never no rest.

 

Finally, sleep comes and I know it is best

Will they ever know how I love them?

Lulled against angel’s breast

The cannibals came and now finally there’s rest.

 

 

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