Daily Poem: Lament ~ Gerda Mayer
Lament
~ Gerda Mayer
Youth my
youth you lie
dead your vi
olent vi
olet passions and
follies your
silly green
hopes crushed
your grey
wind that
roared through
the world
pricked and de
flated
your gold-hoofed
high blood
slug
gish
and te
thered
your hys
terical
fountains
dry
whilst I
sit in
my e
nor
mous
ramshackle
ego
tistical house
a fat mid
dle aged wo
man smel
ling of
onions
Bowl of onions
