The Mother In This Poem Is Me or You or Your Mother
mother is
a falling
star a bead
of sweat of
blood of bread
our daily
bread on which
we fed the
thread of life
the trouble
and strife of
he you wed
with heart and
head you pledged
in daddy’s
bed there is
no rest for
wickedness
lest evil eye
pry babe from
breast again
I rest my
case on wave
and wind hey
knight hey knave
come save me
blame me for
sin of rage
its wage so
high I am
both monster
and slave shame
me slay me
this is the
Labyrinth
where you play
Theseus
and I play
Minotaur
it’s okay
it’s just a
metaphor
