Thomas Cole, 'The Course of Empire, Destruction'
Why quiet, why a voice to stay dark
has nobody told you Edward
another child kind
binds blood
tines doom thyself
a mouth a mood
no tongue
all thirst
a desert of one
song says rejoice Edward
speak out what calls forth
can we kill earth
as we carve our bones
goated cries, wind and rain
will our hunger
have no bottom here
will any heaven remain
will we miss her womb
will we champion Love
death is already here
sowing sorrow
feeding us words
will we miss Her womb
this place
a palace
where two rivers meet
old mountains worn
wind and howl
where souls gain bones
and spirits guide
ancient wayfarers
a final poem
Mother you have no choice
nose sure, You cry out
against any unjust sword
a duty to stand, not a step back
She tells me
do not watch the news
Life falls perverse calls
away from my womb
many families consumed
unable to carry my fire fell, lit
let Love remain in thy heart always
tiny teeth and hands
on the shovels and plows
no shroud for any child of mine
time to Live now
no need to ask why
we tasted into each other
all our lives
blood, iron, salts
we served peas and potatoes
curried gold with a bite
beets and greens
with lots of spicy garlic
we fell into a trance
each taste rising another realm
another undone
another unpack
another way
to fill our home
we have gone
beyond the garden walls
Nod rings, a table leg tied
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| Thomas Cole, 'The Course of Empire, Destruction' |
Mama are you still there
for you too
like you are for us
like you are for us
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