Pain-Gleaned

 Pain-gleaned

 

Pain-gleaned but there’s always a nerve

hiding behind the silence where quiet is

 

a hunted laboring mother giving in at last

then slipping to the same world her still-

 

born baby has slipt to.  Moving forward

she sleeps & the piece

 

                                    of her who made

the baby & brought it to term only

 

to have to paw through the gaul of the after

birth searching for the stone

 

that was thrown at her glass castle

finds nothing but immensity nothing

 

but layers & layers of drapes of immensity

which being the seamstress she now is

 

she stitches together to hang

pleated & neat in the house she lives in

 

now at glow in the dark but a glow nobody

being outside that dark could ever imagine being

 

illuminated