Tag Archives: #pain

Origin Story

Be screamed the Lord
What cut the dark
Its thoughts’ knots
Pottered Its esophagus a
Dumb yawning sarcophagus
(Them living tomb
Warm unseen cancers)
Infiniplite in the way
A well vomits brack-
Black waters forth or
Hot rotten birth rings
Worm these diseases
Even before designing teeth
And greed the Lord
Bored the nightness
Clawed for Its image
And tore in the walls
Of the abyss to feel
Its fingernails smart
All in that horrid gasm
Of pandolorous grief
Complete pain brought life as
If pain were older
Than God

the poetess

does it so much matter
whether which sex is the author
or even the species
whether the verse
was churned in the belly of a brain
or a supercomputer the size
of a train
? is it like a punch in the liver
when that moment
i discover
the poem-here was written
in actual fact
by a thing unlike
me: a female
not the same, really
what could she know
of human labor
pain, said the man