She seems to live in the kitchen--
a Da Vinci, Madonna of the stove.
In between meals, she makes coffee
and takes it to where he sits, in state,
in front of the television set.
Before he came to England
he sailed the oceans of the world,
and has a precious tale to tell
if you can prise his shell apart.
They seldom go out
- dwell parted by a hall
yet when he speaks to her
his deep molasses voice softens
and her eyes worship him.
She asks that two hands
be carved on her headstone
one white, one black
holding each other.