When you come
you’ll reach to take what
I’ve clutched tight
You’ve done it a lot
— especially lately
You did it to that unsuspecting lady
when she stepped off the bus
on Philpotts Road
To that sleeping girl
with the mousy hair in
the children’s ward
To her father three months later
To my own dad while he prayed
by the bed and slumped
To that old pope who shook
like a wet dog in a sou’wester
I read again last week how you visited
the homes of those who wouldn’t
splash blood on their doors
Now that’s something!
I know what you want and I’m onto you
When you come I’ll be ready — I hope
and I’ll hand it to you without protest
But I have a request, if I may, and I hope
you’ll ask on my behalf:
Please don’t visit her before you call on me
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
When you come
you’ll reach to take what
I’ve clutched tight
You’ve done it a lot
— especially lately
You did it to that unsuspecting lady
when she stepped off the bus
on Philpotts Road
To that sleeping girl
with the mousy hair in
the children’s ward
To her father three months later
To my own dad while he prayed
by the bed and slumped
To that old pope who shook
like a wet dog in a sou’wester
I read again last week how you visited
the homes of those who wouldn’t
splash blood on their doors
Now that’s something!
I know what you want and I’m onto you
When you come I’ll be ready — I hope
and I’ll hand it to you without protest
But I have a request, if I may, and I hope
you’ll ask on my behalf:
Please don’t visit her before you call on me
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