Monday, April 29, 2013

The Question


Three times she asked
Three times I denied
In the stillness no laughing rooster crowed

The matter dropped into acidic silence
The bitter pauses of
Corrosive maternal communication

Grace could not redeem
Nor reconcile
Love's cross purposes

Relationship of taciturn disappointment
Described by separation
Years marked by dwindling attempts at speech

That denial
Rebellions perverse attempt
At autonomy

We were good at what we did
Chosen from eternity
To disappoint the maternal bond

Your final breath
A tortured restless soul’s
Final resignation

Now flesh to dust has turned
Yet from the ground
That question echoes one more time

This time, in silent affirmation
Rebellion transferred declares
I write

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