the curdled blood in the mother’s milk
the bilious cyst
putrescent phlegm
the scar upon the newborn’s skin
the shadow on the heart
bring darkness down
where none exists
place pennies in its eyes
cut the cord and relieve us from this weight of sin
forgiveness in a shallow grave
a pauper’s gift
a damp tomb
freedom from this turgid guilt
this weight within
burn and oxidise the chrysalis
crush its papery skin
and spread the weightless ashes on the wind
No comments:
Post a Comment