Will you look
After me? She asked. He’s gone
And I have no one.

She is porcelain
Cracked white
With blue accents

A village burning
In nam
Will you look after me?

He lost her to agent orange
Her baby died of sickness
That baby

He carved out of her dead
Belly
That baby

He cried over
Its grave
He’s gone and I have no one

The baby
It could have been his
It could have been

Her nameless soldier
But he named
The boy

That came squalling
From under his claws
And he buried

The boy he called son
Will you look after me
He has gone and I have no one

No darlin’
I can’t hold you
Any longer

The angels will
Look after you
And god will be

There now that even I am gone
I suspect if I ever die
I won’t be seeing

You in heaven
I think with all I’ve done
I will disappear