Photo courtesy of NASA's image library
Familial Ties that Bend
when you carve out crevices of a spiked heart
and offer it to the moon's gaze for slaughter.it beckons the sea
to pry open its eyes
and mouth to release
those who stand bare beforethe dripping of shame of ancestors
newly departed asthe mourning sky speaks
quietly to your mind.The ancestors call out,
lamenting how you let sin bathein milky pools to become
hues primed for desecrationslowly washing them away
dismissing their burdens as an easy
blip in the gazeof countless faces fastening
oceans on top of mountainsonly wanting to be seen
only wanting to be safe
