Sunday, October 30, 2011

To: The Mother Who Killed Herself


What drove you to the corn field
      To huddle yourself in a womb of carbon monoxide, forsaking oxygen's teat?  

How stealthy was the Grim Reaper
      As his scythe leveled shriveled ears of corn on a vacant new moon's night?

Did you see your children in the fog
      While Nausea and Hallucination bashed their phalanges on your windshield?

They were dancing like fireflies in the field
      Around the summer-warmth of your heart as if
            Your shining strength would never set before nine
                  As if their tears were as morning dew on your green arms
                        As if their laughter would echo along your loving hills forever

                                                                                                             



                                                                                                                      May it be,



                               

2 comments:

  1. Why "phalanges?"

    Other than that, I like this one quite a bit.

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  2. To say "bones" would be too generic. Phalanges are specifically bones of the fingers or toes; furthermore, it creates a distinct and haunting image of long, Reaper-like fingers.

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