the phantasmal umbilical cord
Mama, so I once called you
Dad tumbles into the chasm of Light,
I hope the Light leaves a pit
in your heart
Ah, but the intangible blood
shoots me memories against my will
your glaring visage of wear-and-tear
weaponized against the post-mortem Empire
your smiles are the worse
the flicker on the candle wick that cast shadow
on your vain finger strokes.
You at least forsaken the fallacious lullabies,
"don't cry, don't cry, boy.
tears are only for mothers."
a promise I crushed in my fists
Forfeit those imagined mea culpas, Mama.