Imitation from the Armenian
In the form of a black ewe my ghost
will straggle through your dreams
on faltering, withered legs,
bleating: "Shah of the Shahs,
blessed in Allah's eyes,
how well did you feast?
You hold the world in your hand
as if it were a cold bright bead . . .
But what about my boy,
did you enjoy his taste?"
2 comments:
Eerie, but with hust the right edge!
Methinks she need green make-up and a pointy hat and a liitle dog shivering in the corner. And nice music sung by judy garland
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