Never believed
in such as blessings
were
you threw
a make
un-helped, upon the day
and help available
was how you helped
yourself — A crying
down
to but a look in caution — stayed alert
reducing always towards
the basic front
in pain
— never
— never the once
to once admit
you floundering had to be
Such Gods as crossed
your mind — if God
as such it
might have been
you never took
to vital introspection
Such it was from you
did feel
the very first in love’s belief
form feaming every smile
you ever freely
gave
Rosie’s lips moved as she read. For some reason, this touched Falls and she had to look away. Finally: ‘Wow, it’s deep.’
‘ ’Tis. That’s what he says, “tis”.’
‘Do you understand it?’
‘Course not. What’s that got to do with anything?’
‘Oh, you lucky cow, I think I hate you!’