When all was birth

And so it goes the world
Descends into the void again
With ancient echoes of a mother’s
Empty arms embracing darkness
Dead eyes and bodies and the blood
Beats out its hungry rhythm

In streets monosyllabic borders
Spring like concentric rings of thorns
An endless maze of nos swells
Like the aftermath in their imaginations

Beware there is no hate but fear
That tongues its serpentine ascent
A curtained missile launched to rob
The blind their dreams of being dreamt

The silent prophets of the subway trains
Their mothers’ eyes are in my skull and yours
The nerves that tether us to everything we are
There is no them or us or pain or lust
There’s only water and the sky just as it was
When all was birth and birth and birth