Wednesday, September 5, 2012

no home

In the far-off cool of evergreen forests, no home
for me, my body not born

not far from here, over yellow hills
blasting heat and yellow light
brush-stroking the sky,

no home
for me, my heart not
born here;

My two prostitute mothers
present me to Solomon;
their struggling

saws me in half.

1 comment:

  1. Don't saw him in half!!! (that means you come back here, yes?)