Wake
Kadhja Bonet
She has no smell to speak of
No sound can model ears
She never gives the warning pass
As certain as she needs
She favors little children
And doesn't feel remorse
She doesn't care how much you care
She doesn't have a chose
Colder than a killer stare
She never falls asleep
She takes from everything
A memory to keep
A bed of dust and metals
A fane of Persian fear
She gets the best olive oils
Who cannot pay in years
She was there before you noticed her
And she'll be there when you don't
You wake as she is passing by
Feel nothing when she goes
A bed of dust and metals
A fane of Persian fear
She gets the best olive oils
Who cannot pay in years