"Please Bring a Memory"

I remember (nothing so inhuman as a mother's touch)

 

I still can see my mother's eyes

cruel piercing cold,

and feel those hands

which hurt not hold.

And sense how well her heart denies

the pain she keeps inflicting,

the pleasure she derives - from another child's cries.

 

A yearning burning deep inside

a cavernous void where darkness hides

and sucks the stars from out the sky

- where nothing touched by human hands survives,

- another child dies

 

I hear her screams within my head

How can I pull her from the dead?

- her infant soul encased in ice

a baby who was sacrificed.

The maelstrom pulls, the black hole looms

an ancient tomb for mother's womb,

Yet rainbow shafts have lit the way,

Her tears will join with mine someday.

 

Copyright Elysha Newland 24/4/98