sclera

 

their reflection like the light

grew pale and dark

as the wind and the drought

leached water off their living breath

and it rained, as if it was once more

tomorrow never comes

inside of her, that silly wench

that opened her legs

and dropped out a new generation

but she was the earth

and the earth was she

when they killed her they killed

their own future

and the void, it opened again

deckchairs everyone

the meaning of it all

was it so simple

as the swallow opened

in the middle of our world

my eyes staring out the sockets

into the void, we all sat around

in our haunches, unable to speak

as it swallowed up our world

and the best of us

and the rest of us

and there is no we

just I, ugly and clinging

did I shuffle backward

on my haunches

staring staring

at them go

I did 

push some in myself

I do feel the hands

in the small of my back

my people, mia famiglia

pushing, pushing

at least my child, not

my child, oh whats the difference

its so beautiful

we're all staring staring

at nothing at all

staring right back at us

mirror mirror

was I ever here after all