Distortion beyond repair
The children are haunted,
Their tongues are sharp
Bloody words are gushing,
out of their tainted mouths.
The children are monsters,
A plague is spreading, they
Turn against their blood,
a massacre of their own mother.
The Father wails, gasping for
The last lights of life,
His boney legs shake,
The ground’s uneven
a cemetery of snakes.
People of shared blood,
Rip their own wombs apart
Crawling around him as he passes
he, the light, he fades.
I bail, scream in despair,
With my two hands, trying
To withhold the destruction of love
beyond all repair.
Why thy kin, as Cain strikes Abel,
My own breed from human appears
As monster,
Performs a slaughter, a mass murder of bonds,
Laws of human nature, in life and now in death
There is no peace,
all is distorted, a harrowing disease.
- documentation of the passing of my Father —under the light: family
17th of May, 2022
