Poem for Mother, Poem for Dad
They weren’t talking at all, back then.
Deep in that house, conceiving their dwarfs,
they weren't talking at all, back then.
And they’re not talking at all, right now.
Still in that house, rearing their dwarfs,
they're not talking at all, right now.
And they won’t be talking again.
When the dwarfs break out they’ll stay in that house,
not moving, not talking again.