Under Her Father‘s Name Poem by Pierre Rausch

The second son said later
This night is a language game
Under the tissue
We'll climb over it
Not so amused
To have ducked behind
Out of a view to die
I've never wanted to be
Six foot two
Spoken
Monte Carlo Avenue
You couldn't really tell
She can hear and we
In true colors we might be
That's what happened
The bureaucratic environment
The reports hushed away
A specialist bird
In case you've never been
All the squirrels
This is something
Service still binds
Well, she's nice
Framed and astonished
The center of the message
Perhaps reluctant
Restless to stay
Fairness shall be bidden