They told me that this world is ending soon
That it is too polluted, too violent for life
So in the quiet dark my lover and I created;
I spun the work of God within my womb
Tiny bones, silken hair, eyes to see the truth
I fought through the barrier of here and there
Brought him down to us with defiant hope
“Aren’t you afraid?” they ask with mouths full of fear
Don’t they know, it has always been
that every beloved thing can leave?
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC