Killerpoetry Entry - Aprilis
What is this I hear of you?
I have gone three long lifetimes,
Making art of my ignorant self,
A lonesome picture of a child alone.
Whence should my unknown deceit,
To self and all nature,
Attempt it's shocking turn to truth?
And before glaring eyes,
That by hell, stop not
To think my honest mistake.
O prime mother!
How is it that you chose silence? How is it that alone, you led me on?
To waters of unknown ancestry,
To plantations of unknown seed.
Why do I fail to behold
The spring of your diamond root?
Why now, does your ray of daisies
Appeal not to my wincing heart?
Speak words to my curious plea,
Avail my ache, its means of cure
O prime mother!
My heart weeps not
For what it has found,
But wails unceasingly
For the days past, when I failed
To know my brother-blood and skin.
You will speak now or loose
The pleasure of your lying tongue,
For from your womb came not
Only I, this bizarre flying ram,
But he too, a free wandering bull.