Diagnosis for Madame La Grange By Ruth Broome

 

Now!

Madame La Grange.

You are ageing, you are raging.

How the cold winds whistle through you

now,

that you are empty.

 

Now!

Madame La Grange.

You are creaking, you are leaking.

How the cobwebs collect upon you

now,

that you are useless.

 

Now!

Madame La Grange.

You are sicker, you are bitter.

How the sunlight avoids your eyes

now,

that you are haunted.

 

Now!

Madame La Grange.

You are aching, you are shaking.

How the weeds wrap up around you

now,

that you are forgotten. Now.

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