Kathleen Poem by Tallie Kane

You suited white, English Rose
So fashion lent a hand to sheets
that reek of TCP and comedy.

Paper Hands, with glints of gold
Dennis, now her bands play out
her debut into Kellar Ward.

At home, you wander lonely halls
Awake, attached to mocking lungs.

Tears, absent of sorrow
but of open mouths
made blind by palms,
Lay chorus to the tone
of green lights, flashing,
overthrown,
But better this than wheelchair born,

For when You sat to sleep
He pulled you out of
marriage white with iron arms
And left us with your
subtle charms, and bands,
there are no need for them
except to signal, Duty's end.

- 23rd February 2006