Roots

The womb lies deep in branches
Entangled upon age old bark
Inside the sweet babe prances
A naked joy softly stark

Light breaks through uneven seams
A sharp glow seeps through the leaves
And from her sap the babe weans
As her lonely mother grieves

For when the moment arrives
The babe will break through her walls
Igniting flames in maddened eyes
That watch the mother tree fall

Roots slither into the ash
Taking hold of a sleeping warmth
While limbs above fiercely thrash
Upon famished insect swarms

The locusts and moths well know
The babe is wrong and wretched
And as armies fly and flow
Her leaves become digested

But the daughter does not fall
She only stands black and gray
On the ash that gave her all
And here the price paid shall stay

The Widow

Eight paths writhe through thick rubble
Faces on stones lie blackened and crumbled
The eyes that atom loved sleep somber and humble
And the deep white flames flicker and fumble

On the livid corpse both burning and dead
Of an eight legged widow deep black and red
The ancient love of atom grows fondled and fed
While eyes sweetly sleep on her carnage crowned head

To Be Continued

The heart divides
Into a thousand shards
While the time it bides
Leaves thickened scars

Swiftly halting action
These pieces hold their own
Like stubborn waring factions
They crack the brittle bones

Until the blood grows cold
And death does divide
Blood conscriptions sold
Into an angry red tide