Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out To Her Children...2015

 

            Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out

         To Her Children…2015

 

Sprawled out on life’s stage,

her world turns and runs

river red with the blood of her children:

flowing like a wandering stream.

 

Bloated ballooned bellies

mock aborted pregnancies;

once luscious breasts

sag in parallel union

with sinking faces

of lost hope.

 

Lost hope—whirling

like solitary ghost smoke

of abandoned fires:

abandoned fires

dying in waning time.

 

Hollowed red eyes

of fleeing lovers look rearward:

the wholeness of nothingness simmering;

as smiling death sits—

waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.

 

         Heartbeat of hope struggles—

         murmuring in the valleys and shadows;

         searching the gods’ penurious mercy.

 

In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,

a wretched mother clings

to time and history—once again.

 

Rooted in her audacious faith,

she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:

those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.

Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;

destined to restore her great grand glory:

 

With sage seasoned good courage,

sagaciously she squats—

awaiting the victory.