GENESIS

By Veris Marock

I’m in love with dead worlds,

desolate scapes of stone and ruin

aching to be heard, screaming in songs 

that ring silent in the void. 

A vine strangles the bricks

the mortar cracks, crumbles. 

No words.

No words.

I wonder, amid this broken world

if, when my eggshell cracks

will I wear, with pride,

the world I broke to be born?

Will I shudder with his bones

and hear him whimper in my breast?

Will I love with his body 

and feel him mewl in my belly? 

Will these hands make art 

that he tries to speak through

as I have done, his? 

Or will he be a dead world,

a frigid silent satellite 

in orbit of my vines

and climbing things.

I’m in love with dead worlds

with all they have been

and all that they could be.

So I hope that when I’m born

the world I shed

will learn to forgive me 

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