out of all my mothers I had on Earth
place to remember for ever
before the chosen millennium
before fabricated skies
fabricated babies
my real mother in flesh
the mother
who with great pain
gave birth to my form and song of my heart
the mother from the land of Wends
was an angel
a human gem who didn’t like the church
fallacies of science
but would gently break the bread with strangers
to keep the demons
shadow people away
and she did well on her promise
as I went away into the Land of Dark
Land of Ash
to find myself in the mirror
fight back
when the devil gets in my face
to dance its dance of wild fires and floods
blind atrocities of supreme judgement
dance of death