as you advised
I gave all to my craft
mother
don’t you ask for more
even translucent stars got tired of being watched
and the tower
brick by brick
is crumbling into elaborate torture in dreams so high
they suffocate history with barbed wires and the stench of death
tonight
nervous flocks of crows
flew off my face into the sanctuary of clouds
to watch darkness cover ground with ash
break the skies into a carousel of stage lights
in this Babylonian circus
we are the apes in
I live but I am not
yet
reborn
every shadow I feed seems to grow wings
their flapping awakens storms
downpour of worries
we lived only in the past mother
cut off from the promise of what is to come
as our horizons were long captured
and our Suns
and our Moons are not visible
yes
childhood weeps at nothing left
but crush-lines and stench of burned fingertips
to guide us through the wasteland of gods
fall and rise
fall and rise under seeded clouds
I can’t see your face anymore
mother
your son was born
to piss away
all this love
I am sorry
for
mother