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Sorrow is a Crafty Madam

Sorrow is a Crafty Madam,

confined by no red light.

She’ll turn any Mrs. Adams

into a woman of the night.

Sorrow is an Old Brothel Marm,

her customers diverse.

Although they never come to harm,

they always leave her feeling worse.

Sorrow is a Ruffle-clad Pimp

cruising the crowded streets.

Johns often curse the Velvet Imp;

his girls aren’t paid to be discrete.

Sorrow is a Sex Party Host

with attitudes unbound.

Her ribald guests all toast and boast,

though never with their wives around.

Fall River

Father is right; even when he is not
around, even when Mother dies, sickly,
starving, still, then, this is all for the best.
He will die as well, and knows, and knows how
to protect his children from the stiff boots
and proudly worn insignia hailing
death, hailing poverty, hailing answers.
Though you are alone in this house with him
and the others, there are worse places, much.
I’m sure Father would change his mind, leave you
the house, the heirlooms, and Mother would wash
the windows herself, enjoy it even,
once they saw the mounds, the barracks, the cold
sludge, the thick, ashy river in the Fall.