Grandma Iceland
Siren Grandmother
Taken out to Sea in Icy Icelandic waters
A cuddly wave Embraced her
Pulling on her smile
Like a dentist doing his Art
The Grandmother's heart
Throbs with the waves
Crashing, her Telegenetic future
Is recorded digitally yet
It is not clear how out of
Control her Social Setting Are
Not on Private, not on Friends Only
Her family is mushed in a viral
Spotlight
Emblazoned with Wows and Likes
The dramatic Circus spectacle
Of Grandma Iceland She
Is called sitting on a carved Ice Throne
The dossier wonderfully translucent
A spectacle of
Whites and blues that
Matches Grandma's mouton hair
A seductive show where
Only Death looms hidden
To spring like a Tiger out of nowhere
Ready to catch that natural innocent smile
And freeze it for Eternity.
