I love you,said the Universeas she pummeled meinto the Earth,ripped my corpseout of the dirtonly to throw meagainst weathered mountains.
I have chosen you,She says as I slideinto cool rivers,chosen you to showhumanity its foolish follyits varicose vanityits egregious ego.
I rest upon a riverbankfeeling no painbecause I am pain,& I rememberbeing a childbeing beatenby my motherbeyond submissionbeyond comprehension.
Afterwardsshe would always hold mein her arms, cradle me,rock me softly,& tell me tenderly,I’m sorry. I do thisbecause I love you.You can’t fail.You are hope.You are chosen.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Howdy folx. I'm feeling a bit broody today, which sometimes makes for decent poetry. Here's what came out. Let me know what you think.