Please don’t give your love to me
because love’s a cunning thief
with faults like man’s beliefs
that left your heart emptied.
Please don’t give your love to me
because love’s a migrant leaf
that lands and quickly leaves
like a pheasant in the streets.
Please don’t give your love to me
because love’s abruptly brief
like a caged bird thus released
from pain he finds relief.
Note: This poem was originally written and posted on November 11th, 2009
My father gave me his father’s name
My mother gave me the fear
My brother blessed me with words
My lover fulfilled the curse
My father hated his father
My mother left me at home
My brother’s eyes showed the hurt
My lover’s heart was returned
My father’s father died alone
My mother’s mother as well
My brother and I will spade the dirt
My lover’s love is inert
My father will return to his father
My mother will do the same
My brother will rest in the earth
My lover and I will disperse
Within me lives
a wolf and bear
each feeds an equal share
each burden equal bared
Within me death –
a worn, pale mare
its feet, its teeth, its hair
it sees, it breaths, it tears
