The family tree with burnt roots and brown leaves
Frozen fruits and shaven sheaves
With fungus but flowerless
Putrid and so powerless
Caught in a cauldron on the cutting room floor
Pilloried pillow fights and scratch on the door
My rebirth is your death you claim
My shimmering is your shame
How can one kidnap one's own kid?
I don't know but somehow you did
How would things have been
If I'd done it then?
Would it be so bad
If I never had?