The tombstone told me when she died Her two sumames stopped me still A virgin married at rest She married in thir pouring place
That I struck one day by luck Before I heard in my mothers side Or saw in the looking glass shell The rain through her cold heart speak
And the sun killed in her face More tge thick stone cannot tell Before she lay on a stranger's bed With a hand plunged through her hair
Or that rainy tongue beat back Through the devilish years and innocent deaths To the room of a secret child Among men later I heard it said
She cried her white-dressed limbs were bare And her red lips were kissed black She wept in her pain and made mouths Talked and tore through her eyes smiled
She said: I have long to move away but am afraid, some life yet unspent Might explode out of the old lie, burning on the ground and crackling into the air Leave me half-blind neither by night, ancient fear, the parting of hat of hair Pursed lips at the receiver, shall I fall to death's feather, by these I would not care to die