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We don’t know for sure what woke us—
(Perhaps my dead mother’s voice)
Cold moving winter smoke seeping
Throughout the house, hard to breath,
The world about to leave us…
They wanted to burn our house down—
With us in it—hollowness in their hearts;
My wife screamed for me to wake up.
And she killed the fire with a broom and towel.
I wanted to help, but I seemed helpless.
My children and son-in-law are killers.
No: 2692 (5-16-2010) Dedicated to Zaneta and Mike H. CE (2005)
We don’t know for sure what woke us—
(Perhaps my dead mother’s voice)
Cold moving winter smoke seeping
Throughout the house, hard to breath,
The world about to leave us…
They wanted to burn our house down—
With us in it—hollowness in their hearts;
My wife screamed for me to wake up.
And she killed the fire with a broom and towel.
I wanted to help, but I seemed helpless.
My children and son-in-law are killers.
No: 2692 (5-16-2010) Dedicated to Zaneta and Mike H. CE (2005)
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