Delores

A candle and a table spoon
delores in the living room
she's forgetting all the fables soon

but look at what they bought her

She tried to go out for awhile
and show the morning fog a smile
but fathers never reconcile
the darkness of the daughter

she made a penny of her rage
and inky menses dot her page
but calligraphics never caged
the warning winds of slaughter

But pay a thought to those before us
who never saw what you, Delores
saw within the rib of horrors
Death: you never sought her.