[Laika]: 661.Poetry.Crime of Passion.II

sister hates the man
yellow curls and eyes you can drown into
sister has restless eyes, wild
like a war that kills sons
earth that absorbs the blood, fields that don't grow

sister presses her hands on her stomach
there is a garden in her lap
where nothing is allowed to grow
         in the chamber
a cradle of cast iron, rocks heavily