beginnings

What is there to say mother, I love you but I’m empty.
I’m empty and I have nothing to give.
You sit here on the other side of the room, watching everything
but me
and you ask...”Well, where is the rest of you? “
Stuck between the sun and the pendulum earth,
a young woman whom births a son
must also welcome his hearse.
It just so happens my end depends on the ticking
of those three pointed hands created by men more doomed than I,
those that fear god.




A brisk walk.
The sun set slowly with stubborn golden clouds clinging to the rows of tombstones before me, refusing to descend, to put me at peace with my surroundings.
“All she ever asked for was flowers, is it in spite of her that you bathe in the petals of our fallen kings?”

These words ring
And ring
And ring
My mother, monarchy.