6. The omniabsent
Ashes fall from my mouth
(A crown of salt)
While our bones start to crack,
Bleeding dust.
A blade-like mist,
Your broken legs and bones…
Bless our son with ink and dust.
Pregnant with light
Well, now it’s dead…
Not sacred, not clean
But soaked in hate, and hated for it.
I tasted the meat,
You were still alive
Watching me with a pale mother-smile
Pregnant with…
A red-wine kiss;
Blemishes and stains
As a map of the unseen stars across the sky.
Split in half,
The violent flesh,
The hidden taste…
Hook-like teeth shaping meat,
There’s no cure…
