Mrs. Hellish Eyes

Mrs. Hellish Eyes

Mrs. Hellish Eyes
Reads a poem, quaint
Steady eyes and broken fingers.

His name is Henry, spot on solo
Elizabeth ate the rest of his porridge
Louis wrestled his mind to the ground,
Leaving him to die in a gutter, like my heart
In Chicago, or Belgium,
Settling down upon him like a blanket on a
Hot night.

Elizabeth, Henry's love,
Yearns to see him find his way
Even through the hard times of Louis
She will keep him, Locked away.