Womb with a view

womb with a view

 

I am the cry of a beast of burden

the mimicry of the womb

whose abject fellowship there

became a born again way

 

as a neophyte I bit into

the softened apple, life

and yearned for more

with a milky longing for god

 

when I was more advanced

in the follow years

when i walked and crawled

from the agencies of mom

and dad the face of my inner man

became the man I was not

 

fallen thus from ma to pa

and then to reciprocity

I wait to wean myself

to break the wan methods

of rite and ancestor

that had grafted me in

when all I wanted was wine

 

now I look at wine and drink the grey

I bask in the brokenness of flesh

sweetened by lees, malnourished

 

thus with desire has come denial

and with denial, denouement

and with the end in sight

 

I waste away, to sleep, to dream

to love, and dream, a dream

this one, of birth and far away

 

I don't know why I long for an eye

to tell me once and all, but I do,

like the first breast

the first taste