songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

THE MOTHER

THE  MOTHER      LODE

Why is this loss  different

from all other  losses?           Because it’s so all encompassing?

Because if references              each & every other loss?

Ah  this must be    the Mother of all       losses!

 

What I had:   children by the dozens

cries and whispers and shouts   obscenities by the hundreds

blood  feces  SM   rape  vomit       All of the sacred substances

in a temple of healing         A temenos of suffering

 

Where suicide  matricide  and the occasional fire

lived side by side    Created out of deep     unconsciousness

 

Please Sir can I have some more?  Or  is it time

to put it to rest?   Harvest some happiness   Grow an

unbearable lightness of being        Plant some daffodils

__

 

A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

 

Spring  2013     Songanddancegirl      Byrds

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