Stars at their last count

The old lady went away of malignancy
Leaving a high and hiccuping husband
With a dancing throat in the kitchen
In male egotism and paternal rights.
The lady has since embraced her fire
Leaving her man entirely unembraced.
She whose eyes have long gone wild
In her son’s sleep, is looking for stars
In the night at their last count by him.
She has forgot the count in the melee
Of she who went away to embrace fire
Leaving husband highly unembraced.


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