Dear Mother

there's no ceiling

there's no broken bones

and I've no feeling

she will glow when she has grown into the sea that shows her gates

the water shall refill the empty space

my dear mother

where's your mining man?

and where's my father?

oh he has savored carcasses that lie like lovers in his home

we will sleep in bags that hang along these rows

and that's not all

she will stay

we will sit in fields of oranges and graves

why do you cry

there is no shame

but I hang her in my heart

still to this day

but that's okay

and when the light beams through the porch then we will know

sleeping silent to disrupt the fallen snow

and in your room I saw that you had grown

your cotton sheets did lift you by the throat

I split the numbers indeed

I held my arms outstretched

I cut through brothers in need

to be the curtain for the act that you have left here on repeat

don't forget to grease the pages when you leave

and when the water is as cold as it is deep

we will burn the barns where babes first took to speech

and under beds of water

there will lie my eldest daughter

she has drifted and the sea has held her body from decay

and the world she wouldn't let it

and she'd scream before she left in

and the sky stems from the ocean

and I will get to it some day