the last sin   pale ashen sky a bleary eye clouds of recurring screams... i am a zoo   an octopus leviathan tentacles into an ocean of unformed emotions... syphilis and love     syphilitic pall stifles the clear blue i contort...   shell and pearl   amidst highs and lows in life's ocean flows a shell peony-mouthed...   i am an unmarried mother     fed on stings of barbed milk morality my child-plankton...   the lovers   cell upon cell bridge of their union hung on the pillars... rebirth   ogre of age and time cavil at a warm picture... the young today   innocence thaws at the altar of ambition...		Battle of the Cells: Epilogue Ma passed away on a March early morning And till today I have not been able to write The closure is pending Battle of the cells is frozen In time and its mirror And so are my dreams Night after relentless night I often wonder why she is not making Her customary Monday morning call Is she alright? I expect a call I miss her tenuous trembling voice A cloak of protection Only a mother can cast And carry on Zombie-like In a miasma, benumbed Living a void that can never be filled Poetry is no salvation And words can’t heal But I try for you, Ma 03 August 2008   Poetry Home