 |
At the End of Every Poem, Mother
At the end of every poem, mother sighs
Smoke drifts vertically into
The over populated Heaven
& the sky is filled with ominous signs
Beware!
Be elegant
In the game as violent
As what devoured the past
At the end of every poem, mother cries
The disease has widely spread
Her children are being fed on
The modern malaise
Some never saw a bigger sky
Than the obverse side of the coin
Or a loveless girl’s white behind
The night can be murderous
Senseless words choking her throat
Death!
Compromise!
The young has lost the right
to choose!
At the end of every poem, mother smiles
Once a boy, always a boy!
There is no use in stopping him
From fighting for the worthless prize
Maybe her daughter is somewhat
Wiser, slowly turning
Her gaze from the cesspool
With sugar glaze & content
To open her womb for another
Countryless child
::fall 2005 |
|
|
