My Family

1,

Consumers

It's not easy to understand me and mine,
it's not easy to walk away without judgment
to say this is the way
and not that...
it's not easy to marry into all that
unconditional love,
to see our people come
and our people go

the heart is a chambered door
and letting go
is not easy

there are sinners and drunks
vagabonds and earth's greatest losers,
picked up from every street
or crashed on to our shore

we are atheists cooking
the last meal

we weep in silence.



2,

Consumed

We are nothing now
Consumed
Ravaged in our orgasmic bliss
We were human once
Or Gods
We were light
Or the darkness before.

We are the separation Moses
Called unto the river Jordan
And the birth of Jesus
From an Unknown Father
We are the wounds of creation
We are the balm of Gilead
Frankincense and myrrh
There is nothing that has survived
This intoxication of carnal desire
We live in the Hinterland now,
Only a raw and raging wind blows.

Without ceremony
Evidence becomes dust
Witnessed and jealously guarded,
Secrets to bestow and now surrendered in a strange kind of love
This small insurrection of light we proclaim
In shallow breaths like
Restless angels falling from the sky,
We are wild wild children raised by the howling Night.