May 13, 2012 Mother's Day
I would be as one --whose word...
condemned to death as Lorca
driven bound, 1936... or --
was his body yet free
over dirt roads beyond reach of
I stutter -- fumble for ?
not only what is -- now -- & once & then
but the immense immeasurable distance
transit of light
cannot -- for all that, overcome
the failure of common speech -- as paradigm
for there is no other -- moon
rock torn from the bowels of the earth
our dead Mothers -- all of them
with tongues of amethyst and dung