Twilight’s Daughter

by on July 16, 2008 :: 0 comments

Daughter, if I could
tell you
My heart keened
You, amid that tribe of
near gone children

The loudest thugified brother
hauled up
popped you
dead in the face
you didn’t stop grinning

I sat with the rest
of us ole folks
Pinned down with fear
Guns we know you tote

Sometimes I feel like
I’m birthing the earth
Each momma’s
Ohhh
becomes mine
Flanks heaving in pain

I would let you know
how precious a vessel
You are
To let yourself
be done this way

I would resurrect the light
In your eye
Pride in your gait

My Hottentot Venus
do you cry
on the shoulder of twilight
When shadows
grow long

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