And when I grew
My troubles grew with me
Then the remains of a tree cradled me
With all the purple
That it owned this carcas
Categories:
carcas, caregiving, farewell, life,
Form: Free verse
We are not strangers here
Where this new landscape
Faints in its own vapid air
A mistrewn carcas, a drape
On mythos of my shape. I
Too exhausted by dilated sermons,
Would break bonds and fly,
Though a son. We cold tarpons
In in deoxygenated mud
Hang to stems of shrivelled bud
It was not their choice, this
New world of disaster, this change
That all beliefs and creeds twist
Into something new and strange.
The matrifocal world is based
On surrender, a voluntary gift
Of self to trust that never erased
Their worth. Here trust adrift
They raised their own falg and rule
The desolation's empty pool.
Categories:
carcas, motherworld, trust,
Form: Verse
I was not there to hold her hand
Or speak a gentle word
So that her heart would understand
I am the fruit of the sword
I was not there when day's curtain
Fell around her bed
And those gathered were certain
They saw the worms they dread.
I was not there for the ritual dance
Of the final days
That sums up our life's significance
As man and stage decays
I was not there where mourners wait
Around the fragile hour
While the dressed carcas lies in state
Undreaming the giver of power
I was not there to cry myself to shreds
And feel again the gentle hand
That held me when a child. Time weds
My grief to memories: alone I stand.
Categories:
carcas, death
Form: Quatrain