The Pillar Was a Man He Had Been Stretched So Long and Thin

 

We woke in the dirt in what

Looked like an old west ghost town

Coughing up water the

Kneeling bodies kneel-

 

ing at the edge of town

Facing away     the cormo-

rant circled overhead

Then     seeing we had woken

 

Landed between us opened

Its gray beak wide     and barked

And spoke     Before am was

I am     and sought to be

 

I am and seek to be

And seeking I made you

And all your kind     your kind

My child     for surely mine

 

My child     for surely mine

My child Hold on a sec

This fucking thing     it al-

ways sticks fuck him the useless

 

Fuck and the cormorant

Unfurled its metal wings

Took off     and threw itself

Into a pillar growling

 

That ought     to fucking do
 
It
then     the other voice

The human voice inside

The robot bird’s voice shouted

                                                                                                                    

MY CHILD     for surely mine

Best born if not the first

You are     Death came before

And bears the imperfections

 

Of a first draft my     child

I seek and I have sought

From the beginning to

Help you to grow     if I

 

Have not seemed nurturing

Know I have striven none-

theless to attend to our

Relationship and would

 

Not choose if I could choose

To be ignored     Love binds us

Through     I acknowledge     in-

termediaries but

                                                                                                                   

The more tangled the knot the

Stronger it holds     beloved

I welcome you to Hell

As a new mother welcomes

 

Her child to its life and body

And fear I must apol-

ogize for both I made

You who you are     death-seek-

 

ing out of pity for

My son     Death     who before

You couldn’t find a job

But surely there are worse

 

Reasons for being haven’t

You often wished you knew

Whether you were conceived through

A parent’s love     you were

 

My child     you were     and serve

A purpose     you are Hell

Its living walls     its rivers

You are each other’s flames

 

In life and in this life

And you will find yourself

Unchanged     but would you know

Yourself if you weren’t burning

 

Here you will know yourself

I give you nothing else

To know     I grant my wish

For you    to you     at last

 

You are what you were made for

And moreso what you make

Employment and a home

For the god at the end of the world