Mama's Gonna Buy You
Hush little baby don’t say a word,
Mamma’s gonna buy you what you deserve.
She arranges bits of colored glass
inside of the door of her room
Fushia light at forty five degrees.
Creation Shadows on the wall
A rhinoceros.
An elephant.
A hippo.
A shark.
Oxygen in.
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you what you deserve.
Precious time.
She falls back to a time of snow formed angels.
Shortbread walls keeping a family in camouflage.
Piece believed she could chew
her way through the sugared walls
if ever the chant from brother’s room
became too thick with grease.
Hush little baby don’t say a word
mama’s gonna buy you what you deserve.
She looked back one last time.
He stood in the garden casting a
shadow on the cookie house.
Left, was a brittle membrane of his former self.
A gazelle.
A giraffe.
An ostrich.
An ape.
Hush little baby don’t say a word.
Mama’s gonna buy you what you deserve.
The safari has ended.
She replaces the glass
in a velvet bag with golden chords.
Overhead light from an exit sign
scrapes lines in her face.
Hush little baby don’t say a word.
Mama’s gonna buy you what you deserve.
