three pains
there are three pains i know of the first is labour and she yells till the one comes out and yells she stops weeping and tears flow of joy now we all know as the voice drowned by the miraculous one.. then she recalls the pain virginous at the hilt when the hymen was split and the joy of pain combined the third pain is when one takes leave and has no more contribution to make the distant horizon bugles a summon leave all behind now let them pain life has to end somehow so wait of what of pain remains..

When the pace begins to get too fast
losing ground with each step taken,

the future is the perpetual past
another night I'll lie awakened.

The guilty will initialize
the innocent will pay the fees,

too late, we'll finally recognize
the bogus, random remedies.

Coerced by circumstances, fate
who's had no heart since birth,

solutions surface, but far too late
so situations fall on earth.

Attempting to keep a tame composure
which is all anyone can do,

fish finished fucking,
both breathless and soaked, must one
sleep in the dry spot?

I will wear red for Mary on this, her funeral day,
This tumbledown wet morning
Hemorrhaging manure and mud,
Her small farm
Deep in nettles and rusted things,

Scented with cows’ breath.

The whine of wet dogs
Still haunt the hollow barn,
Roof tiles missing, sky winking.

The frog-squat of the ancient church,
The place to give her up,
Chilled mourners
Stamp impatient feet on the damp slate floor-
Not quite approving of her life

the manner of her death -