Grace -- In the 1960's

I.

The Railway Ave 'v wotever

bowser ‘n bumpkin town yu know

has a No.3 council cream and weathermen

tioned people’s palace too

and here, where the people’s malice knew

only the town’s boundary OUR MARY  moved

in a grubby green, remainder of thirteen

woollen  moulting fur-collared coat from Percy St.

sometime home of Holdendad, tiedcordsMum and Sally

(where’s your britches?) the third knot

of her secret St. Megan’s cord untied by the b***h god

dess who says only good girls fall

afraid of stretch marks but yet unafraid

of her cardboard hovering suitcase.

 

II.

'N the town woke and rose to it’s newest recalcitrant,

'n the town caught a whiff of her new-tried c**t,

'n the town saw that MARY moved amongst them

and moved together like a crowd

of weed in tide

of cans on Coke's conveyers

of hooligans after the movies

a stoning crowd, a crowd in the right

led by a red-faced man

with a hairy-MARY belly to bow 'er.

 

III.

The train beam neatly flung

her shadow back

dancing it on the black

locomotive's house:

 

her brief & bright answer

for her cleanest sin & son.