How
Forgive the force
That broke my nose
The malice aforethought
That killed my father
The grim necessity
That made mother a whore of all seasons
The dubious acquired knowledge
That made the child his parents’ gadfly
The broken home
The broken cherished hope
Which to time gave its all
And from time now demands everything
Expects nothing
Is this of me the vision she despairs
The masochistic anarchy she constructs from my words
From my actions?
And I, like she expects,
Think of her of me
In terms of eaglet desire.
d c marchera
