Strange how
the tears of your own child
Burn right
through your soul
Sever you
from your creation,
While those
of the other are benign,
And as your
child grows
In the last
hours of your self
Writhing free
of your will
And letting
them go
A slave to
your own creation
Any protest
Mere your
inner child
Grasping for
your self
The thoughts
that bring you home
In a
nostalgia for things
Not remembered
before
’Las now
beacons of your soul’s existence
From the
other shore
Wherefore your
child
Fear your
own loss and death
Fear the
midnight river run dry
And the
undercurrent of Reason
Which in
your soul
You had
emancipated
Becomes like
the God of your ancestors
Obsessive and
compulsive
As you know
You are Your own
’Las no more
It was the
severance of your soul
That your
Son return to His creator
A slave to
His own
Like yourself
Released from
your own existence
And on the
late eve of Your birth
A full moon
Your child
illuminated
And
trembling in your arms
Jason Greendyk
