In the rain-blackened valley:
my grandfather's house, where,
after the funeral
I played on the dismal staircases.
And I dreamed I'd saw him,
wine-stained teeth and cold eyes,
standing on the table,
looking down at his coffin that lay there.
And the adults had all gone out
And left me in these dim halls.
And then I saw you
Talking to the man they said had cut you through.
What was he to do,
His life come unglued,
When you'd taken him for everything?
There was always nothing you wouldn't do.
They always said you'd been a bad kid.
And I was just a sad kid,
but I knew you weren't really there,
though your mouth snapped open like the hole
that you buried our dog in a year ago.
And in it I saw dead vines and dead things,
like the vines of the wine you always sucked in.
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