I found my parents singing /
one is dead, the other sinking /
into the lightless loam /
I didn’t know either of them /
knew a single song /
“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” as an anthem /
eyes closed, fingers nearly touching /
facing a white brick wall, bellowing /
the sound lifts up into the water stains on the ceiling /
their windows are colourless /
rattling with shifts in key and tone /
they hold a minor key down /
until the basement crumbles below /
children know one song /
and this ain’t it
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