la llorona

la llorona                                     September 13, 2016
perhaps i should never have prayed
for a merciful heart
and help to forgive
the lord of the dead.

for i got you,
boy from the banks of the nile,
and truly rome is nothing
next to egypt
and i cannot write
my name in that mythology.

what am i to do
with osiris’ corpse
lacking the magic of isis?

for i know
you will be ripped limb from limb
with your name
moving from byline to headline.

and then what?
shall i gather your pieces
every one
a part of my own soul
and pray you find mercy
at the gates of paradise?

or shall i be
a more familiar woman
wailing for her dead
on the banks of ditches
and flooding arroyos
with the tears
of my childless arms?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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