Michael Donovan. Source: studiodonovan.com
My sister screamed in the night
Take me to my brother’s house
And there she screamed that same night
No no! Take me back to the house of my father
They took her back
And when she made to scream again
The night had passed
And the men had gone to work.
.
My sister screamed in the night
Take me to my father’s house
They took her
And there she screamed
No no! Take me back to the house of my husband
They took her back
And when she made to scream again
The night had passed
And the men had gone to work.
.
My sister
Has not screamed for years
She only walks the street
Casts a glance at every house she meets
And dreams that she is screaming in the night
And they are taking her and taking her back
Along a road with no beginning and no end.
.
Down the road she walked
She came upon a body cast aside
In its breast a hole from which blood ran
Swiftly
She made a paste of spit and dust
And sealed the hole
The body breathed
And rose on bone feet
Kissed her and returned to its place.
.
My sister
Screamed in the night
Take me to the road. She screamed
And the night was passing
And the men were going to work.
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