Rosemary Cries

Rosemary cries
I watched as she
tendered the fire
it is early and free
it is something to me
I watched as she
needed the bread
it won´t keep her kids fat
her hands work gracefully
I watched as she
tendered the fire
it is something to me
But how many wounds
I watched as he
needled the fret
with his back to his bed
he sat uncomfortably
I watched as he
closed up inside
with his eyes open wide
his arms offered to me
I watched as he
closed up inside
with his eyes open wide
But how many wounds
but how many wounds
see the pain in her eyes
she cries all night
for his hands in his eyes-
eyes
I watched as he
died in his bed
from his neck to his head
twisted over me
I wonder how some
people die
do they burn up inside
as they lived heavenly?
I wonder how some
people die
do they burn up inside?
But how many wounds
how many- many wounds
Rosemary cries
see the pain in her eyes
her baby died
on the tracks where he lied.