LIGHT MOTHER, DARK MOTHER

 

Death has thick fingers and

ancient eyes

and will eat you for breakfast

and spit out the bones.

She has no mercy.

She will hold you close

but only to stop your breathing.

She is the mother of all sorrow.

She is why we came here

to root in the earth of an

alien planet.

She is what's left when the

soul departs.

Death has thick fingers and

ancient eyes

and no matter where you hide

she will always find you.

 

 

Albert Huffstickler