Six remnants. Your shadows acutely damaged: <br />Severely tortured, are your survivors. <br />Two braids slouched on the shoulders <br /> <br />of a shamed Choctaw face, two beady eyes blinking, squinting <br />above an aquiline nose squawking at, the widow's peak concealed <br />under her wide-brimmed felt hat. <br /> <br />Your pigeon toes, almost, touching each other and making an X <br />Her aberrant child draw white sheep gathering across the sky. <br />Just as real as your remnants gathered underneath your hat. <br /> <br />Babe, you'll never know that a fragment of you, with zest, hawked your house, <br />sold your land to a non-kin; your remain planted far away yet not let go of her meanness and directed it to the rest of your lot. <br /> <br />You left your time-worn descendants holding Pandora's cache. <br />Misery destroyed most, evil, the one you took her as your best, <br />and your best, still renders tons of attack on the rest. Babe, <br />I, dare say that which be; you, took that which exist to the tomb. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />January 15,2011<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/babe-you-left/
