Mockery

O' you mock me so...

brittle basin...overflows
leaking hemlock and water
of the decaying crocus
painted black...smeared

lipstick stains the cheek
splatters of paint...caressing
the chilly touch of death
so cold is her breath

upon the nape of my neck
old bones...they creak
and mother's bones...turned to dust
locked inside a sarcophagus

valley of the kings...valley of the dolls
screaming and raggedy faces
stitched with a rusted needle
that mother gave to me...

smoke from the furnace
billows in the ink-black sky
while they stare at me behind
stained-glass eyes

O' you mock me so