John LombardoMary Ramsey Cutting squares of cloth from scraps of old dresses Sewn quilt hanging on the wall Over there just to remind me How I became alone Angled scissors to the life there devoted Apple branches scent the air Asking her who hasnt been asked, red the colour of her hair I pulled the rope and it broke, laughing startled with surprise I knew there and then that everything had changed No good days and no goodbyes I caught you in the web, you were standing there alone I could cry but then I hear voices Just brittle flowers in the wind I woke the old man sleeping on the rumpled bed He grasped my hand so tight As the snow fell silent into the shadows holding breath Between slanted light All the boys are now far gone away, folded letter by the phone Watch the mouths move but theyre not hearing I became alone
became, rumpled, angled, lombardomary, slanted