1. Nest-Mother Arms
I am afraid that
when the rusted pickup comes speeding down R-32
my scriptured bone will be too feeble
to raise my silver-tongued frame
from frozen concrete.
I am afraid that
when the ambulance arrives on it's 12th run that day
frantic medics will read sanguine hieroglyphs
and bow their balding heads
at a crumpled body.
I am afraid that
when my funeral is hosted in the Synagogue on 4th
the violinist named Jessamine will forget
to set her alarm because her baby was crying. I am afraid that when I am trapped beneath the cratered earth weak attempts at plywood will not be enough. My bloody nails pray for G-d.
I am unafraid that
When all hope is lost my mother will come for me
and carry me home to 324 Wippola
a glorious place I'd call
no short of heaven.
I am afraid that
when the rusted pickup comes speeding down R-32
my scriptured bone will be too feeble
to raise my silver-tongued frame
from frozen concrete.
I am afraid that
when the ambulance arrives on it's 12th run that day
frantic medics will read sanguine hieroglyphs
and bow their balding heads
at a crumpled body.
I am afraid that
when my funeral is hosted in the Synagogue on 4th
the violinist named Jessamine will forget
to set her alarm because
her baby was crying.
I am afraid that
when I am trapped beneath the cratered earth
weak attempts at plywood will not be
enough. My bloody nails
pray for G-d.
I am unafraid that
When all hope is lost my mother will come for me
and carry me home to 324 Wippola
a glorious place I'd call
no short of heaven.