grass grows to cover dirt
i lay supine near you and i lie
when i glance, nervous looks at the sky,
the water ripples near my feet
and those cigarettes i’ll swear i didn’t smoke
let the smoke fly, let the ashes fall
and i’m coughing but not because of the pollution
or maybe it is pollution:
myunknownsondaughter, maybe you are pollution
i wish the earth would envelop me
;this baby in my belly
just suck us both into the tube of earth
put us back on the reincarnatory cycle
until this situation is reversed
i’ll soon be dying in your stomach
little man-woman-child,
you’ll be lying on the ground
maybe earthworms will seep out of the ground
tie me down here,
mother-child drawn and quartered
cigarette in hand
all the world to see, all the world to see
don’t earthworms only come out for rain?
rain that makes the earth, the ground, fertile
and what rained here
that will soon dry up
i’m sorry, baby-remained-angel, but
if you were here you’d understand
i just didn’t see it coming.
slam-wham-bam, you’re gone
but i am, too.