Insane Ashes

Give me my aardvark
I shall not want, but
to bring ants to
the home of my evil Aunt

She reads me my sins,
will not let my staff comfort me

I will take her down
to the river,
baptize her in joy,
break her cane,
wash away her criticisms

Let her cries, tears
screams be
part of the flow
of the river that is mine

Isn’t it grand that
the Grand Canyon
would take Mom and her sister
away like tourists into death.
Hooray! Ashes to ants.
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert

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