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
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
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
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
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