brother poem

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
when the hours of day are numbered
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
do i like it
let me move slowly through the street
lo! 'tis a gala night
out of the deep and the dark
love me at last, or if you will not
beside a stricken field
and breaketh bread no more
along the banks
i never knew the earth had so much gold