The Web Poetry Corner - Dina Dinsmoor - Whats Below the Lawn
Whats Below the Lawn
by
Dina Dinsmoor
kindly place a room to talk in
She tried to leave the freezer walk in
loading dockets freindly teather
hears your voice and think you're clever
room as such cannot be gotten
for the things that shes forgotten
hate to jump to this conclusion
but shes wired to find collusion
Lucky less but untold horrors
overtook her over long tomorrows
hurt her more then broken hands
understood by one strong man
Send her back she dies more than
off afar in desert coastland
feed her to a freindy shark
instead they turned her into art
mottled looks and worse you know
ruined for children, slander and close
to handle this she needs to learn
the art of burning while she burns
Shes forgotten how it was
without a doctor who gets off on buzz
and playing whos on first with her
and second place and grabbing third
Shes wearing armor, she belives Isa died
she having life and getting by
shes threatless weak and overdrawn
If she stays this way she'll be below the lawn