Night By Day Poem by Zyw Zywa

Night By Day

She lies, no, she does not
she is sick, terribly sick
Let us pray for her
save her if she wants it
if she kneels for mercy

We appeal to her
conscience, her shame
and to the night
in which no one can live
who has known the light

She is hysterical
sedate her
cut it out
of her brain
or short-circuit it

Out-of-home placement
not for protection
but cast out
as a liar
among the righteous

Friday, April 4, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Documentary 'Ik was een kind' ('I was a child',2025, Geertjan Lassche) : the story of Anneloes van 't Licht --- Until recently, a woman who made a scene about her husband's adultery could be treated for hysteria with a lobotomy or electric shocks --- Princess Nyctimene ('she who stays up at night') was turned into an owl as punishment for fleeing into the forest after being raped by her father --- Nyctimene is also the name of a genus of bats --- Collection 'Half The Work'
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