Fools - all of them

She dances cheek to cheek
With them all
Like a common whore

For a song,
She promises them
The lush breasts of her mother

And everything hidden in her crevices
So too the food about to be dropped
On her children’s plates

In her bedroom, they whisper
Words that tickle her nipples
She loses her grip

On the last thread of her sanity
They ask her to stop the wind
And the noise that announces their failure

Their vileness, their crimes and wrongs
Hidden in the pockets of their pants
Dumped in the chair at the foot of her bed

She agrees.
Fools – all of them

Who can stop the wind?
Who can stop the mind?

// Salin ng Tula ni Cheryl

 Friday, July 2, 2010 at 7:45am