THE CHANDELIER
In the dimness of her room
She wept iridescent tears,
Each a perfect, many-faceted crystal
For hearts
who had forgot the why of loving --
For
children who had lost their magic eyes --
For the
poison she had to drink each stagnant morning-
For the
rape of her little sisters --
For toxic
dumps of brains and hearts and hands --
For
chessmen playing blind men's bluffs.
And no one ever knew she'd cried
Until she died.
In clearing out her things,
They found a trunk beneath her bed,
Filled with crystals.
They contracted to have a chandelier manufactured.
And hung it in the center of the hall,
beside the
stairs.
And all who encountered its lights and winking facets
said
"Ah-h?" and scratched their heads
or looked a
little puzzled,
as if there
were something they should
have understood. |
