To battle dread

I showed the nurse my  scalded foot that bled
Could she put a dressing on the wound?
I made it clear I wished to love the mad

I told her I had pain that stunned my head
Where  my husband hides and can’t be found
I showed the nurse my  scalded foot,it bled

All my clothes and earrings were bright red
I longed  to be caressed by husband’s hand
I did not say I wished to  fins his bed

I wish I were a field mouse in the shed
My husband fed the birds and mice around
I showed the nurse my  scalded heart  that bled

Maybe life is better for the dead
They soften into earth and are assumed
Where   are then the body and the blood?

So the piper plays his merry tunes
Alas we will roll mindless in our tombs
I showed the nurse my  scalded foot so red
I made it clear I must  now  live  my dread