Mother

Under an apple orchard, I took a breath full of an apple core

The mother in the strange place it starts

Who broke earth to place our stars

I wonder about the moments in mind

You put your step in the glossy filter

And your wings rise up under the condor

The water rinsed out all of the answers

The river runs like a meteor

I am the concord 

I carry with me all of the futures

And it rises as do my lungs when I twist the ghosts of our fathers

Into damage and unto our brothers

I care only for the pasture under heaven

It does not produce

We do no longer 

I’ll have a child and they will die the same as their father

Under the swaddle of our overprotective mother

Who lends us a religion 

To present our enemies with

I share with our mother a penchant deep within our abdomen 

And she smiles from the welkin

Over the contents she has given

As the price of her simplest creation