A HOUSEMAID
27th December 2019
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Hair dishevelled, Vermillion cleansed, Skin creased, eyes sunken, Face dry, and voice choked. I ask, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Your uncle died.’ ‘How?’ ‘Just a fall from bed at day break.’ The cabin is dark, Decaying, Promoters warn Countless times, Saplings have grown In cracked walls, A pig, two hens, a cat Play and fight, Fight and play. Where does she go? I don’t know, The world is too big She must find her way. So I think and take my part Like an old, hairless dog Driven out by its loved master.