The Girl Upon a Tree

Before dawn I make sure.

I make sure the bedding is tightly primmed,
that the hairnets are cozily cleaned,
the iron is cooled to an icy touch,
and that the clothing is starched to a hush.

A bright and ready, prompt, breakfast is made,
the silverware is without water spots and spade,
lining on the buttered bread is lighty dipped in cream,
the cherry's freshly picked from print,
and the napkins fluffed to display.

A bright and cheery morning,
what a play.

A sad and echo'ie' life is that of mine to play.

A waitress in the house of an emperor,
a girl to pick the pumpkins.

A life without epiphany,
a sad play on the way.

Tightly knitted stockings,
hung to dry like a wet tree,
pretty pompous queens delivered,
full to hungriest disagree.

Only strength; a symbol
lessen it be true
for a holocaust window
a sick sad display,
a girl upon the tree.