To the busy housewife

that set the house on fire
that sought life
and found it was a tomb
the full glass spent
and saw no sun
the revels of youth
melted into air

Feast on thy dish of pain
how women on tv do
this insubstantial
pageant of cares
sleep beyond the grief
old before thy time

demand of it
sunlit, nutritious words
drowsy tinklings
rise! rise!
laughter humming
with flatt’ry’s tides
the owl with his honour
homeward. solemn.

be stubborn o’er thy
homely joys
an anthem swells
rise! rise!
craz’d with love
don’t wander, dreaming
the longing years

you understand
arrays of complex friends
heavy baggage agreed upon
in the same old place
who shall quarrel
in the dark again
thy sunlight outposts
the humming-bees rhythm
the song of life and death

now to live now to run
the fabric of thy towers
leave not thy vision
behind


A word collage, or cut-up poem from this source material

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