She has now come to keep the night
In a state of  rumble, a peace unkept
A  remember of a day that stretched
Like  days in no hurry of  denouement
When nothing would finally happen.

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.