mother daughter poem

soft as the bed in the earth
one with you
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
if the red slayer think he slays
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
as a naked man i go
from floor to ceiling
truely
all within and all without me
in all things not spoken of
full of tears
she limps with halting painful pace
have you seen walking through the village
there by the window in the old house