Grandaughter

Such a story of women and her partner

Under the horizon of kin,

It would take a bottle to include so many errands,

 At traces of Nanking.

 

One was a Portuguese fisherman from the ancient Newfoundland,

Not the female, Jail key and femme fatale, explosively out

Of her social orbit, as her fox overcloud shouted to every

Single sea people, drinking a shot..

 

Every single half an hour they cheered from the sidelines

 

And it seems that a Stone in a forest cemetery

 

Underwater in a main house lawns,

 

Happily answered back.