Family Familiars
Come one, come all
To hear the family call
We count every head
Reminiscing about our dead
Play our games
With important names
Casting out the slain
Who wants only gain
We decorate our leaders
Wealthy little feeders
Our birds have open mouths
Right under their spouts
Pestilence are fixtures
In a poor man's mixture
Orderly houses crafted
For God's only grafted
...saints
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-10-2023
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