Mother, still my soul
1 August 2014
Mother, answer me
Where are your sons?
Your dried bosom
Will not bring the pink back
Into our lives they darken
As blood bathes my footsteps
Hair loose I will walk
On crimson cast earth
And the raven will crow
For the loss of innocence
As the scent of jasmine withers
While darkness still lurks
Mother, they drank
From your weak chest
And plundered your loins
While you gave freely
Your every treasure
In peace as all mothers do
Eyes shut I will wail
For every broken dream
Fading in their memories
As blood fills their eyes
Where tears flow no more
For wells dry in summer’s heat
Mother, take me back
Let your heavenly scent
Bathe my senses in clay
Knead into me your strength
Give my voice your thunder
Strike lightning into my heart
Soul heaving I will wander
Over hills and through meadows
Mind shut and heart throbbing
Pulsating with a thousand cries
Of familiar faces I will know not
For I bear kinship to all but none
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