i have become
my father - so valiant in his love
for nothing more than
what could never cry out
unlike my
mother christened
in her strawberry wine
like a bird
caught on the steeple
a gun pointed at my temples
my body, my body
oh don't shoot me down
for i shall sew my eyes
shut
oh shut me out
lion man make me fear myself
once again
the strawberry wine combs over
breaking my neck
till a crack!
oh a crack of the sparrow's wing!
god won't you cry
for shame of being
look at your son!
look at me father
you brought me this guilt
in a silk bag
with the head of a dog
a cowl of strike
a strike on your brother
northern guilt for southern lovers
father repent to me!
did not jesus do the same?
this is war on my tongue
my tongue oh father
let me go, the men are here
please let my mother out
a rush of red, her strawberry wine
it never tasted so bitter you bastard
oh sleep now
for she now sleeps forever
while you weep tears of vermillion
her strawberry wine ran out
and so did you
father oh father let me grieve
for this is forever
and yet nothing more
let me pretend to forgive
- let me forgive
- let me forget
- let her go
my father will weep in his clothes
the clothes of the deep bulb light
let us decay to our very essence
your kin, of skin and bone
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
