TSEliot

The richness of pickings do thus derange -
The richness of pickings doth derange -

La figlia che piange

A girl deranged in an empty parking lot
In front of her father in the car
Across the dark parking lot
Then she gets the call from her auntie
And prayers to God to save her
Hot air blowing through her damp forehead

The possibility of death dawns upon her
Dragging herself to her end, the death, this way
While having a tantrum and pushing the button

And her voice and her words, those fluent words in her native tongue
Hangs in the air
Inflections from a cheap drama
Of a mind so confused and mired
That of the crazed mother -
If the daughter became a visitation of his mother
How the past begets the future and the future

The girl is eventually becalmed and led back home
The doors of the car closed and driven off
But on the edge she sits
Perhaps with dangling legs and a lollipop in her mouth
Perhaps with fingers digging into the cement
And nails crushing against the congealed sand and grit

"And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose."