those silky colourful curtains on my windows
frail memories to my past days and nights
you tore it into pieces like the crocodile
tearing the flesh and drowning her prey
that zebra, innocent animal who came
to quench his thirst in the African water-hole
this act of scattering a precious person
Justin, my grandson judges as brutal
and wicked considering a monster
like you not part of his new and evolvingmemory rooted well in the cuddling
of the grandfather, making him cackle
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