grieVinG anD mouRninG ,
mouRninG anD grieVinG ;
aH , wHaT giFTs arE theSe
beQueathED tO mE ?
thE tanGLe oF genEraTioN upoN genEraTioN
whiLsT miNe owN saD
riSinG anD faLLinG
wiTH thE eterNaL tiDe –
aN oceaN oF tearS .
+
ThiS bereAVament teLLs mE onLY
theRe iS nowHerE to hidE
anD nowHerE tO gO .
+
a senSe oF gLiMMerinG hoPe onLy
caLLs fainTLY iN thE darK –
jusT onE sLiveReD inJecTioN
woULd inSerT a neW LiFe
intO thE maeLsTroM :
a tinY I wouLd lOvE
anD reLeaSe iN timE .
+
aLL arouNd mY shaPE
theSe wOunDeD wOmB-caRRieRs groW biTTeR
aS theiR auTuMnS becKoN –
drAiN dEEplY thE winE-skiN
whiLsT deCaY witHiN
reMoVeS aLL poSSibiLitiEs .
