FOOD FOR THOUGHTS
low fat hot dogs’
Imagine a land where queens ruled
mothers who gave life were the ones
the only ones who could take life.
Less prisons, no death rows,
no capital punishment - less courts
only a few judges needed for the motherless.
You see in this land of right mothers were given
as they had given, the power of life and death
over their own children.
If a mother found her child to lack what she wanted
him or her to be, she like the potter smashing the
crooked pot back into the clay pit, could do likewise.
Think how sons would treat their mothers
if they knew she had the right on any day
to end their life as easily as she let it begin.
Think how daughters would listen to mom
if they knew she only needed to raise her arm
and point her thumb downwards.
dialing the fiber
lit by a stranger’s question
incongruous a cry
in the night of the matter
dream words’ proximity
they seem to get closer
to a nearby spider web
erecting the angle over
a base one dares to trust
things she warms
are not departing
through rays of the spine a shift
away from talk about animals
on the verge of entry yet how to explain the olive
tree flourishing on an island no one goes to anymore?
who could say that dreams make us honest at last
measured with a five at the twenty-espresso mark
even the horticulturist believes in the mystical onyx
though that is without significance the coincidence
that hollyhocks root themselves into summer soil
a loving script they believe to be in fragments
and allow themselves to be held in the stories
of children who have ascended the night stairs
keel over down to silence
half turned a face
habitual as the moon
the more absent
bird can you call closer
the color of coming
in layers gestured stone from inside out
If a mother killed her children no one
questioned her right – it was her decision
she alone could decide and do.
Animals live like this and there were times
when this wisdom lived within the bodies
that bore the human babies in those days.
Maybe we have lost something we need.