My God-
You forgot to crucify me!
How dare you
So I lifted my beads
above your rib
to make myself known
You didn't notice.
Father -
You forgot my birthday!
How dare you
So when I woke up
I came inside me
to seek the reason
You weren't there
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Father-
I still remember
I was in your arms once
Even then it felt
as if I were on a cross.
And I thought it was a moment of bliss.
Father -
My oneness
shrunk in disbelief and wonder
and you
made it last for eternity.
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Father-
You know, in my garden
I unearthed clay I could mold
My hands -
starved to cast your deceits
and wound your likeness
died in stillnes
Instead
I gashed my anima
carved in intaglio
tied my blood
circuitously
fostered my nexus
and separated without harming you
making it into beads
with a surgical precision
Father -
I descried -
I am not your son
but a maiden.
Now, that I know that
My flesh with no bone
seems complete.
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