She would have
a good life here
among voluble green.
Gatherings of blood-red
blooms about her new home.
(Appropriate landscaping
for a woman of her pedigree)
The neighbors are a noisy crew
on their way to dying
light at the end of the day.
They single file
to bunks,stacked
like bodies in open pits,
where they sleep a dead sleep.
Her husband has ordered
the guardners
to insectcide the weeds,
and send their
charred remains back
into the earth.
( That should improve
the scenery )
They would have
a good life here.
Brick layed down,
like pharoah's law,
strong arms
what blows carelessly
from the smokestacks
that infest the countryside.
There is always
a new plague
to endure.
Yes... She would have
a good life here,
her satin purse
from a sow's ear.
The stench of those pigs
being slaughtered
across the street
is tolerable.