widow

slowly slowly in the moonbright

like a thin toy hand might

moves the she-widow

fingerlegs cross a soft rise-and-fall terrain

ticklebelly brush so teensy fingers squeeze and release

in a tiny toy dream the devil winks hello

yet encribbed the child sleeps

and on the little queen goes

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