I was supposed to be her hero

Poetry from Embers.

 my voice

 it left me

it didn’t speak to me
it walked out on me


over the humps of me
at the cliff’s edge 

 it grew lucifer’s wings

the other life

the old life
the past life  
nests in my mouth
a severed tree

I wait I wait I wait I

only Mother returns
only Mother will

Her beak pours down my neck  

feed yourself  
She cries
She sings
You were supposed to be my messenger   

I point                                                                                                                            to all the things

                                                                    I am