Mothers With Pictures


Mothers with Pictures

The mother instinct

an elusive fiction to tie wings down

to the killing board for the butterfly transformation

from living flight to iridescent icon

A statue in the temple niche

I have seen the joy in your Byzantine eye

like a two-dimensional saint

as you gushed proudly over coffee

the photo of your child glossy

reflected as sunlight from your breast

and we are bound in the bondage of mother love

as we are bound to the shroud wrapped mother martyr

the one on cable news tonight

she gushes tearfully clutches the portrait

of her man-child now disappeared

bloody tears flood the desert

as we clutch each other’s hands

her pain drives the killing nail

through us all.

For Claudia

By KXV13
May 24, 2006

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