To Dunedin, and part way back



When father called
To say he will take another wife
He dialled a bullet to mother’s heart

Mama threatened to burn down,
The house he shall build with ugly goat.

Mama booked a flight
That never took off.

Now that you divorced mama
Seven children,
Two grandchildren

Now that you are alone
Who will carry your name?
And write your epitaph.