THE MAMA
But did I tell—To you
That she sometimes beat me with a w hip
And—She took me by the hand
When we went for walks
And—She took
My pee-pee
In her undulating hand
And—Then the leaves
So generous—Just so I could cleanse myself
Of—My many sins
How lucky I was—To have such a generous
MAMA—My EMET
I became an adult
At the lovely age of ten
  THE CAGE
Breathless—There
A man
With soul so dead
Who—To himself
Has never said
This is my own
This is my native land
Whose heart—Has never
Within him—Burned
As—Though
This is the Becoming of
So now—The man
His feet cindering
In the pyre
On—The verge of flames
Ready to fly—Just as does the Phoenix
Perched—I there in the pyre
Ready to fly
Into the wild dark yonder
Alone—Once again