Miriam Three

What dreams have we kept, they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, we've heard the news, are not bothered, if they throw the rope, just let us, do what we say we'd do, faces as strong as stones, no need for your views, lessons from the Pen, carry tiny worms of hope, deep within our breasts, don't ask us to rue, what we know, cross streets or the Avenue, you might mean well, asking what we need to cope, if can you help, measuring up our bones?