Now that you’re dead all
of you
Crowds into the kitchen, filling
Every chair, leaning against the wall.
One of you is washing dishes
Another fiddles with the radio
Until it finds a program off the air
Since 1973. Every bit of homework
You ever did is due in the morning
But you're working on it. Essie,
Who died at 80 but is ten here,
Is explaining that babies are born
Through the navel. A very old you
Holds you at three on her lap
You're chatting about the mother
None of you has ever met.
Crowds into the kitchen, filling
Every chair, leaning against the wall.
One of you is washing dishes
Another fiddles with the radio
Until it finds a program off the air
Since 1973. Every bit of homework
You ever did is due in the morning
But you're working on it. Essie,
Who died at 80 but is ten here,
Is explaining that babies are born
Through the navel. A very old you
Holds you at three on her lap
You're chatting about the mother
None of you has ever met.
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