Poem: Going Back

 

Going Back

 

into myself,

such fearful webs

and yet my wingless plummet

swerves from them, 

down

 

past decades of tv shows,

the  idiot jingles,

past cruel histories

in prejudiced textbooks,

past evolved monkeys,

past horns locking in fights to mate,

past plants that strangle each other

for a patch of sunshine,

down

 

past shreds of lovers

falling slower than me;

past solar systems of pain

which circle in predictable ways,

 

down into a molten womb

a womb uncertain whether to give birth

or to prevent so much misery

forever.

 

 

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1/28/24