So tell me now - the conifers dispersed
- Confused and circling towards panic, drop
Like breath-blown leaves leave smoke behind the hearse
The heath reduced, cream risen to the top
- What say you to the dichotomy that remains
A rose in glass, protected pearl, bespoke;
The food they cook/present with drinks to drain,
The walk, the dance, the clever joke,
Or frozen time in albums or on tape
The flowers pressed, dead-headed, stripped and fed
Correcting, cleaning, clearing every scrape
And lying, after all of this, expecting bed
- Why he can for she, but she can for she and he?
Alone he wilts; and we united by she be.
