![]() ![]() The oldest sister walks barefoot home from school We're all crazy here, lived around negroes too long. Like a deck of playing cards, and laughs and says, Who in her eighties shuffles her words briskly Like angel wings, and smiling at his baby daughter He sees under the bed: Come out from there, you black rascal, you. Has not said, has she? Yelling at the invisible man Jerks up the bedclothes, shouts something she He brings no water but goes on his knees, Her thighs, money burning her up, she's dying. To save her, there's money on fire, money between Lowland by the river where Papa tries to farm One sister shivers and fevers with malaria, In the glass when they stand to wash up at the sink. Terrors, ageing reflections that peer back The aunts hand the dishesĪnd tell of people who've shadowed them, pesky Sliced thin on a plate, cornbread hot, yellowĬlay made edible. Pink lady peas, tomatoes red as fat hearts It's at dinnertime the stories come, abruptly,Īs they sit down to food predictable as ritual. ![]()
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