'Twas some stupid kid at your school
who tried to reduce herself to a Mosaic,
but instead was absorbed
by the mechanics of a brick wall.
The anniversaries and birthdays she
had to attend, and her own funeral.
Whilst you were learning, I wrapped
around her lungs in the smokey lounge,
your teachers came up mighty
short by that machine
near the entrance. What if a blast of light
from the window hit? What of us then?
Sorry your childhood ends in discovery
of a map that shows you greatness
at curly ends of so many
tributaries. I killed a scarecrow
for you, over railroad ties went the way
they dragged me, all about your pillow.