Domino
Delicious, white, refined
Is all that I was raised to be,
Whom feeling for the word
Plus crystal rudiments of mind
Still keep--however stirred--
From wholly melting in the tea.
Far, far away, men cut
The sea-wide, sea-green fields of cane.
Often a child's lament
Filled the infested hut.
Doña Pilar flew back for Lent
--Had she been inhumane?
The better to appraise his mess,
History's health freak begs
That such as we be given up.
Outpouring bitterness
Rewards the drainer of the cup...
He'll miss those sparkling dregs.
Created by
guccipiggy
Last modified
2005-03-17 09:04 PM
