New Granny poem, inspired by my visit a couple weeks ago.
The Will and The Noise
Will of iron
once so tall and proud
stronger than
three continents
that forged your grace
with all that’s left
you will yourself to sleep;
done with waking
done with effort and indignity,
I chatter cheerful
and your lizard eyes
slide over me
disinterested
close cold.
Dismissed.
My visit’s done.
So like another nurse
I pull your feet
up on the bed
and know the noise
cannot be borne
that bellows in your head.
The Will and The Noise
Will of iron
once so tall and proud
stronger than
three continents
that forged your grace
with all that’s left
you will yourself to sleep;
done with waking
done with effort and indignity,
I chatter cheerful
and your lizard eyes
slide over me
disinterested
close cold.
Dismissed.
My visit’s done.
So like another nurse
I pull your feet
up on the bed
and know the noise
cannot be borne
that bellows in your head.
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