I was asleep
then the world was ending in the shape of a figurehead.
She was a dream sequence -
A tradition, a hope, a robin on Christmas Day...
Often came for tea and now these clouds and double rainbows,
They all must be signs.

But robins rob.
Feathers of hazel are making room in heaven for a heathen
One who hoarded Africa and befriended the axes who cut it apart for treasure.
Wedlock with her cousin was all orchids so long as the children weren't dud buds.

I remind myself to have humility
Then the world is fighting over a billion pound bet.
She is in her casket asleep -
A shiver, a starve, a million with her by Christmas Day...
Often came for tea and now these clouds and double rainbows,
Though I still question why.