I Weep

November 18, 2015 at 6:40 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

from the belly of my mind.

The withered trees are silent crows.

There is not a single star

no moon in my mouth.

I am empty of myself.

I fall into water.

 

The sky emits black smoke

in great whooshes.

Birds burst into blobs of blood.

Buildings collide, collapse into rubble.

Everywhere my poor mother

distraught, dies.

 

– Dominic Alapat

 

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