Loss and Failure
I see it clear as day I travel back with it to the very beginnings when the earth was a dark green moss with no uncounted, faceless heads splaying across the dirty streets when reason didn't use to be blaring horns It doesn't hurt so much or does it? Whether it's a marooned ant or a colony of 'em carrying dead bodies on their backs Doing the drowsy god's work I wonder where did I go wrong? Where did we all go wrong? I never supposed to be carrying rusted cuffs in my womb weak in my knees a throbbing cyst, an undesirable growth I surprisingly grieve for Or did I, all this time? I mean the senselessness of it, the loss, all of it I just don't get it All I do is mumble my incantations, hold the glass in mid air & pray The frenzied fury of Bacchus Divided to the vein Cleaving my heart into two You slide between my bosom Look at me with those soggy eyes Breathe near & demand justice I put it on a lever to weigh it But how do you weigh such a
