Half of an Old Woman's StoryA Poem by Alex JIt’s a story being told in French and I can’t make out
the specifics. A woman, abducted by the circus is crying. From what I understand,
through the sobs and drunken clowns is that her father gave her two francs and she lost them. He’s an artist, possibly a bad one
and she’s ashamed of her mistakes and her birthday dress is torn at the hem and soon the Germans here and soon her handsome French angles and soon the gas and soon the fire
will tear through her the men will have no shoes like she saw in her dream, and one will light a cigarette, she sees him
without making a sound, or the other way round both in full ceremonial dress, rags head down iron cross
like old age who tells her grandchildren about the mud, and the man who held a finger to his lips and left it there © 2019 Alex J |
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