Zywa Raging

The silent life lies on the cemetery
right here, the new life rages
past it over iron bars
and this makes me crazy, it thunders
through the rooms where I played

I empty them out and I smoke them out
with Nag Champa, with tears
in my eyes I close the windows
and still the walls get thicker
from the raging, they eat it up

just like me, it haunts my mind
that there is a smell in the basement
where mammy in the rocking chair
commands that I am not as sweet
as her new friend

but I don't want a new friend
I want everything as it was
slow and simple
quiet and familiar, silence
without a graveyard

Poem 4072
Amsterdam, 2021-10-30

House by the Railroad (Edward Hopper)
Painting
Haverstraw

Collection: Local contractions 
Keyword: Psyche 
Keyword: UsA% 
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward 
Tribute to: Hitchcock, Alfred 
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