II.
She dreams of giant vines crawling
over her body & onto her face,
as though to squeeze off
her quantum reservoir of air...
Then the cats would turn
into huge tigers of night fire,
growling into her gray eyes
like she were a cruel zookeeper
& sudden interloper...
O what madness visits old age?
Is it the lamented youth
coming alive & bringing back
destruction of passion in its wake?
Everything resists her mind's command
where it used to be putty on her heart's palm!
Yes, times are fast & merciless,
The demons are still prancing out there,
devouring the children like they did
once upon a time in her own time
- Edel Garcellano
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