The Cutting Out, of Me
So I Stared into her Eyes this Morning
Face so White and Anaemic, after Bloodloss
and Stale Air,
There was her Stare.
Like a Lonely Animal wondering back after
a Stillbirth of Solitude and
times - when her Tail was long enough to
Replace a Scream
and as a Dream
I Remembered The cutting out of Me?
How the Waters Broke as My Heart got
Handed back to Me like a house and
My Layers Began to Swim.
It had Existed Before but not like this,
not as the House which
I Lived in!
Not as a Place where every Shelf sat Swimming
on a Rib
or a Stomach, or any Place that Hid,
before I Found it Today and it led Me
to Another way
Where He Never Saw My Pain of the Hurt but
Handed it over
Like a Letter to Read back to Myself.
Just the Cutting out of Me
With Every Floor & Corridor
Streaming with Water.
An Empty House with Every colour in
Black and the Darkest Blue of the
The Weeping of Cosmic Blood
in the Arms of a Man.