My family's banshee (don't ask me how Jews
Came to have a banshee -- we just do)
Knows when I'm doing laundry and comes by
To tell me I'm doing it all wrong and should
Find a river and, wailing, batter my clothes with rocks
(Gets out the blood something wonderful, she says.)
Sometimes, if the Immovable Wisdom King drives,
She brings along her friend Corn Woman --
Still depressed over the death of her last priest
Three hundred and six years ago.
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